Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?
From babyhood until my early teens I had a stuffed dog that I always drew close when I was sick or sad or even happy. I still have him, but tucked safely away. He’s stuffed with sawdust and some is leaking out a hole in the fabric of his body. Most of the fur has been rubbed off by constant carrying around and he’s missing one eye. Spot, my stuffed dog, is much like the Velveteen Rabbit. He’s worn out by 62 years of loving, but he’s most definitely real.
Dori Lane 
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