1.23.2009 | By: Alisa Callos

Childhood



Purple bunny, his fur matted and well loved lay abandoned in the corner of her room. Memories flooded back as I remembered how many times she would’nt go to sleep without him. Naps I’d stolen in to steal him for a bath in the washing machine and her joy when he came out of the dryer smelling clean and new. How she’d loved him. Slowly I reached down, picked him up, and set him on the windowsill. So fleeting, I thought, are the days of childhood.


Written in response to the prompt Toy. The One- Minute Writer.

3 comments:

Rinkly Rimes said...

Thanks for visiting my blog. Yes, sometimes my adult children ask me about something in their childhood and I haven't a clue!

Young said...

Awww! This is really sweet!
Did you buy him because he resembles "Copy" a lot from the movie Parent Trap. He's really adorable! XD

Alisa said...

Nope to "Copy"...He was a nice, fuzzy purple bunny to start, (a Valentine from her Nana) but after eight years of loving, he is looking ragged and a bit like the Velveteen Rabbit.

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