January 17, 2010

I was probably seven years old. I was running through the mall. I ran into a clear plastic brochure-holder. I slammed it with my head. It split me open and I was bleeding more than I ever really wanted to. I imagine I was crying as well.

The man at the mall brought me a teddy bear. He was fat with a really large head. He was named Cubby.

Cubby soon became my second favorite teddy bear, second only to the long-standing favorite, Choco. It was months later that I decided to give Cubby a haircut. I shaved the middle of his head clean through, and only realized months later that it would likely never grow back.