TEDDY IN MID-AIR

Well, my object is about 55—maybe 57—years old. It’s a bit of the worst for were. It’s not very soft. But it’s very much cherished. It’s been through thick and thin—with me and my brother.

It was a Christmas gift to my brother from my Aunt Mary. He had it for a few years, and then he gave it to me. And one night, we were fighting—and Mommy threw it at us. And it lost a part of its body. His eye went flying across the room.

And he’s always just been called Teddy. We never gave him a name.

But then I thought—he should’ve been called Jack. Because he’s like a one-eyed Jack. It’s been in the family for years. And it’s great, we love it.