Scarred for life

I know the bears are a bit cheesy but there is a story. I lost my beloved teddy bear in Horsham Park when I was three and was inconsolable. This little (vintage)fellow on the right was bought for me as a surprise by my friend Veronica last year. What a good friend to remember the hole in my heart. The bigger fellow glaring down is a newer addition. Amazing how adults will sometimes sit down and pick up a teddy and sit it on their lap while they chat about grown-up stuff. There's something about a teddy.