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I was like that as a kid but still am a little bit

This subject is fairly known, but you don't see it talked about as much.

I was like that as a child, and am still somewhat like that. I've learned to just throw some things out, otherwise I'd be stuck with it for the rest of my life!

My mother is like this too, but it sounds like she may have had it worse than me!

I'm glad I'm not alone

very interesting KF. what is the soda can story?

Same here, although I don't mind hanging out with other people at my places.

I'm a 29 year old male with a stuffed bear that I still think of as a living thing. And that even when I had my dog around. Part of it could be not really wanting things to change and feeling safe.

This is why all of my stuffed animals are stored in big groups. The idea being that all of them are kept in such large groups the nobody can possibly be friendless or lonely.

First, Samara, I want to say how sorry I am that you had to do that. I know exactly how that feels. I feel that my possessions have spirits, I always have and I probably always will. I get very attached to things I have acquired over my life. Sometimes it seems all I have had. I still have my teddy bear, "Theodosia" and stuffed mouse, "Mouse" that whinds up and play's "The Three Blind Mice".

I culd be mean and say "buy my book" but I won't so here'e the story:

I don't remember people all that well, but I do have a associative memory meaning that if a person gives me an item or if I associate a person through an item I can remember them as best I can.

That being said, when I was 12, in 1995, I had a friend stay the night. He drank a minute maid soda can that night and placed it on my dresser. I am not a neat freak (if I start to clean I would never stop so why would I start?) so that can stayed there a while. This was fine by me because he moved away, but it was like he still was there through that can.

Time passed by, one month, six months, one year, three years, eventually five years later when I was at a race car driving school in Las Vegas my mom thought she would do me a favor and clean my room. When I returned I was horrified, shocked and in utter dismay. So many of my memories were tossed out, but the #1 thing I missed the most was that can.

It took me a long time to get over that can and I cried more over that can than the loss of my dog and two cats (each pet lived 15+ years and was about the only true friends I've ever had. I connect better with cats and dogs than people).

That's the story in a nut shell.

I give faces and emotions to things, too.