Toy Story Me

Oscar week is coming up and I'm rooting for Toy Story to win something. I cried in the end of the movie to the story of friendship, loyalty, and generosity, well, that is other than the fact that I'm just a cry baby. The last time I went back home, I went through my own toys so when later if my parents move from there they already have the ones I'm keeping and the rest would go to donation. That would safe them from my complaints on why can't I find my favorite soft toys and what not. Anyways, it reminds me a lot of Toy Story because those that I hug all the time years before are now collecting dust in the cupboard, or those that were played with became a vintage ornament in the room.

But, they always remind me that I'm lucky to have a great childhood. They were the silent witness. So here are a few that I kept:

The clumsy dog is Kospot and the Cheetah is Cheepot. Their names mean Koko Spotty and Cici Spotty, respectivey, and of course they are siblings from the same mother. Unfortunately, the identity of the father is unknown. The kangaroo with its baby Joey is from my grandma from my dad's side when she visited Australia long time ago. The kangaroo's ear a little torn because my sister once grabbed it by the ear and throw it round and round like a lasso. The Mickey hand puppet was my favorite when I was 4 until 6. I literally brought it everywhere with me, as evident in all my pictures taken at that age. You can see that both of Mickey's hands just cannot be washed back to its original white color because of that.

Aaah, wish I could go back to that time just for a little while.