Eeyore enjoying some winter fun!
Sledding Eeyore
“You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.”-A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
Daily Diversion #182: Sledding Eeyore
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Fun and the truth at the same time? 🙂
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I think so, too. 🙂
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So true!
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Agreed!
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Not like, Love!
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Thanks! I own way too many Eeyore ornaments, but I care not!
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I love Eeyore. The Winnie books are some of the best ever made. I used to get up early for before school just to read them in 5th grade. The illustrations–beautiful.
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Eeyore has always been my favourite. (I am drinking tea out of an Eeyore mug right now…) When I was a babe, I was given an Eeyore stuffed toy. Had it until I was above 25. I would still have it, were it not for some misfortune. I always thought the illustrations sheer perfection. So right for the stories.
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I always felt sooo sorry for Eeyore. I think I related more to Rabbit though 🙂
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I’ve always adored Eeyore, but I cannot say that I actually identified with any of the characters when I was a kid. I just loved the stories.
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Rabbit was a perfectionist who got grumpy when things weren’t just so. I was a little intense as a kid!
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Well, it’s funny because I have OCD and practically came out of the womb intense (and nothing has changed in that respect!), but I never personally related to the characters. Maybe it is because I read the books when I was very, very young? I did love Eeyore ever so (still do), because I thought he was misunderstood and ill-treated. Poor guy.
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Haha–kindred intensity spirits! I was that kid who from about the age of three felt overly responsible for the suffering of animals–and ecological disasters. Again proving that too much time in front of the TV is a bad thing for kids.
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“Kindred intensity spirits” is too hilarious, and obviously very apt. It’s funny, I was always dismayed by things like that as a kid, too (still am as an adult, but now I know it is because I have OCD AND a sensitive nature). When I was nine, I got my mom to promise to stop eating veal and was a full-blown mini environmental activist by fourteen. Between that and reading Shakespeare and Greek tragedies whilst still in elementary school, I must have been so much fun!
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I was obsessed with death from toddlerhood after my grandparents died a week apart from each other. I don’t remember them, but all I wanted to talk about was God and not wanting to go to heaven.
My mother would look out the window and see all the neighbors coming into our yard with folding chairs for the theatricals I’d organized without mentioning it to my parents.
Like you I was a little environmentalist. I’d get all the kids to help me “clean” the river. I had a huge button on my coat all through elementary school with a baby seal on it that said “Save The Seals.”
My parents were always a little confused and amused by me 🙂 But I can honestly say I’ve never known boredom!
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Wow, no wonder you were obsessed with death from early childhood. How tragic!
I was not obsessed with death, but I wrote and performed all kinds of solo shows for my family. (I wanted to be the center of attention, no sharing the stage with anyone else. Diva much?) I also wrote stories, made copies by hand, and made my family buy them. Er, gave them the privilege of buying them, I should say. 🙂 I was maybe five when I started doing that. Fortunately, they indulged me.
I made my mom promise to never eat veal again (and she didn’t until I was 30+). Oh, and other than my mom my entire family was baffled by me (truthfully, they still are. The only difference is that now they see why I am how I am, and understand it). I read dictionaries and almanacs and encyclopedias from the age of 4 or so. No wonder they thought I was odd.
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Haha! I used to draw up elaborate lottery tickets and make quite a bit of money 🙂 What little capitalists we were!
My brother recently told my son that he got along best with me because I’m the craziest in the family–this is coming from someone who takes pills that turn his skin black!
I think I just dream big.
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You definitely sound like a little capitalist. I wasn’t interested in the money itself, really, but I knew that words had value and expected to be paid accordingly. 🙂
My mom, younger brother, and I (and my husband now, too) are the weirdos in our family. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Dreaming big is one of the best things you can do!
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Agreed.
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