The other day I was cleaning my room, and I just happened to come across my old stuffed Simba! It instantly brought back memories. The first thing I noticed was the weird haircut on the top of his head. When I was four years old, I decided that he needed a haircut. My mom had been so mad!

I don't remember exactly when I stopped playing with Simba, but I do know that I've been sleeping with him every night since I found it. Whenever I'm upset, I just lay on my bed and cuddle with it. I know it makes me sound childish, but for some reason it makes me feel better. It makes me feel safe, like everything is going to be okay.
SavedByHim SavedByHim
18-21, F
2 Responses May 18, 2012

There is nothing wrong with doing that at all. I think it is prety cool. It was also mature of you to admit that. If i were you, i would be doing the same thing. We all long for the days in which the real world was not breathing down are necks and everything was handed to us. When you hold simba, i bet that world just melts away and you forget about it.

I still sleep with Eeyore. My niece still had most of her stuffed animals. She had a Simba too. The reason your mom was mad because they cost so much to buy. There is nothing wrong with you crying on your stuffed animals. Enjoy them for next to God, and your pets, and your stuffed animals; they will never let you down.