My name is Trash Bear, and this is my blog. With the help of my friend Katie, I'm going to tell you about all the adventures I go on and maybe share some of my personal bear-thoughts as well. (It's hard to type with only paws, you know, so I'm going to utilize Katie's thumbs.)
But first, I'm sure you'd like to know about me. 'Who is this Trash Bear?' 'Where did he come from?' 'WHY is he going on adventures?' 'Where on Earth did he get devilishly good looks AND an impeccable fashion sense?' Well, I'm going to tell you. (Okay, I'm going to tell Katie, who's going to type it, and you're going to read it.)
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away--oops! Wrong story.
But it was a long time ago, or at least it felt that way. I started out my life in a store. Then, one day, a person showed up. He picked me off the shelf and took me to the register and put me in his car and took me home. It was the day I had always dreamed about. I was so happy. And then he gave me to another person, a girl. She was so happy and excited. She hugged the boy and gave him a kiss. Now I had TWO people who loved me! They were my "parents." And for a while, we were a happy family.
But not forever.
"Mom" and "Dad" started not getting along. It was some time during the Fall of 2014. Sometimes they'd yell. Sometimes they wouldn't talk at all, and I wouldn't see "Dad" for days. Then it finally happened. "Mom" got really sad. She was crying a lot, and she was angry, too. Angrier than I'd ever seen her. She gathered up a bunch of things--me included--and carried us down the hall. She put some things in the trash can and left me beside it.
I thought she'd be back soon.
But she wasn't.
So I sat and waited. I don't know how long I was there. Trash Bear Time works differently, you see. It might have been a few minutes or hours, or it might have been a few days. But, eventually, this skinny kid with spiky blonde hair and a big, scary coat and pictures on his arm (Katie says those are called "tattoos") showed up. He smiled and grabbed me, and, honestly, I was a little afraid. Then he took me to a new room that I'd never been to before where a bunch of other people were waiting on him. They all smiled when they saw him, so I was less afraid. These new people seemed fun and happy. They weren't mad like "Mom" and "Dad." They were playing games on the TV and laughing, and it was a refreshing change from the hallway and trashcan.
That was also the first day I met Katie.
I lived with the blonde boy and his roommates (a curly-haired boy and tall boy with a beard and a boy with glasses) alllllll year. We celebrated Christmas and birthdays, and we watched movies and
ate lots of food. It was fun. My new people were always happy. Sometimes they were silly. A lot of times they were loud. Sometimes they got stressed out, but they always made each other laugh when that happened. I was starting to feel like I was part of a family again.
And then they started packing.
It was only little things at first--a picture from the wall or books from the shelf. But little by little, everything got cleaned up. My friends were putting everything in boxes and bags and taking them places. I never saw the boxes and bags of things come back. And that's when I got scared again. Surely, this was the end.
Pretty soon I was one of the only things left in the room. My friends were walking around the room getting the last things together, and I was alone on the table. By now, they had started calling me Trash Bear, and it was nice to have a name.
"Who's taking Trash Bear?" Katie asked.Blonde Boy shrugged.
Bearded Boy shrugged.
Glasses Boy and Curly-Haired Boy shrugged.
So Katie picked me up and squeezed me hard. She seemed sad, and I wasn't sure why. I kind of thought she was saying goodbye to me, so I started to get sad, too.
She said goodbye to all her friends. She hugged Blonde Boy and Bearded Boy and Glasses Boy and Curly-Haired Boy. Then she hugged Short Girl and Tall Girl and Redhead Girl (Those are our the other friends that I didn't live with that year.)
But Katie never said goodbye to me.
She carried me all the way downstairs and outside, and we got into a car with two other people and all of her things (I later found out that those people were her parents), and we drove not-so-far away, and we got to this house that was much smaller than the big house with lots of rooms that we had come from, Katie said, "Welcome Home, Trash Bear!"
And that's where my adventures began.
So that's me. Now I'm just a little bear living in a big world that I haven't seen yet. Once upon a time, someone thought I was trash and someone else didn't. And from what I can tell, that's just life sometimes. The important thing is that you stay with the people who grab you out of the trash.
~Trash Bear (and Katie)~
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