This is Boosin, one my first teddy bears given to me by my grandparents at 6 months old and faithfully by my side ever since. My mum tells me that when I was about 2 years old, we travelled to see my aunt in the south who was very ill in hospital. She has never forgotten the image of me walking down the train station platform clutching Boosin, who was bigger than me and the people around chuckling and grinning when they saw me.
Boosin has spent his whole life on my bed and has never been consigned to a closet like other teddies I have owned. In fact he is the only soft toy I have retained from my childhood and he is now one of my most treasured possessions.
I have slept snuggled up to him many nights, shed tears on him and often just looking at him will raise a smile. When I moved here he was blind, as his felt eyes had long since fallen off, as had his nose! He also had a hole above one ear and another unfortunately sited one in his crotch, from which he was losing stuffing.
So I set about some well-earned cosmetic surgery and restored his sight and stitched up the holes. He is worn a little thin in areas but is really in remarkable condition considering his great age in teddy bear years. That is his original tongue poking out!
I have no doubt Boosin will make it through lifes long journey with me and will one day accompany me to a better place, still clutched in my loving arms. Somewhere my mum has a picture of me face down on him, sound asleep on my bed as a toddler, with lace frilly knicker clad bottom stuck in the air - we will try to find it for a future posting!
Little did my grandparents know on the day they presented him to me, that Boosin would be my erstwhile friend through all of lifes trials, tribulations and joys. He has also become a member of our family with the passing of time and a bit of an icon.