Booey

Booey was my best friend for many years. In fact he is still very near and dear to my heart, we just don't talk as often as we used to. I've run into him occasionally over the years, but it just hasn't been the same since I was young.

Booey is my stuffed rabbit from when I was a kid. He is a "blue bunny" which became "Boo Bunny" and then ultimately just "Booey". Why am I bringing this up? Because despite everything, I have managed with the help of my parents to hang on to Booey all these years and now my duaughter has him.

For me, being a very sentimental person anyway, it's just priceless to see my daughter carrying him around and hugging him at night etc. I've even managed somehow to convey to her that his name is Booey, and that is what she has always called him.

This started pretty recently. I've had him in the house for a while but she only just started taking an interest. I sent my mom some pictures of her holding him and she said that she almost cried at the memories that it brought back.

Isn't it silly the things that can mean a lot to us? It's just a stuffed rabbit, but he was a great friend and comfort to me, and for some reason it just makes me feel good to see him being a great friend to my daughter.

I'm not sure he has what it takes to survive through another childhood. He had many surgeries when I was a kid to reattach ears and legs and close up some holes, but maybe she will be gentler than I was. Regardless, I just think it's so cool to see something that was so important to me as a kid, be important to her.