Special Friends

As I drove to work earlier this week, the DJs on a local station were taking calls from parents about kids and their attachment to stuffed animals-and how to rid them of their "security blanket."

I must admit I still have my "special friend," and have had her for 22 years. Holy moly, that's a big number, I now realize. Meet Webby, gifted to me on my 4th birthday by my maternal grandparents. I was the number one Duck Tales fan for a period of my life.

Webby, the world traveler, seen here in Hawaii, in 1990.

Kerri even had one! And I was a B for always giving the poor girl bunny ears.

Webby has been through surgery, when my little sister decided she wanted her, and we got into a tug of war, ripping a hole right down her arm. My mom sewed her right up, and I think coerced a schoolmate to donate hers to my sister, as Webby was no where to be found. Or she bought her on eBay, I really don't recall now.*

Sadly, as of late she has been regaled to a closet, as I don't think cartoon ducks really go with the married life and its decor, but I can't bear the thought to get rid of her. I don't think I'll ever get rid of this now greyed and very loved duck. It's one of those items that will travel with me through homes, children, and all of life's hurdles, even if it's in a box or closet.

*Editor's note: mom actually TRADED my friend Stephanie her Webby for our Tigger. The things you'll do for a child!