Friday Fictioneers-Goggy Bear


Some children have security blankets. They suck their thumbs and caress the silk piping till it’s left in tatters. Screaming and crying ensues when ‘blankie’ has to be washed. God forbid it’s lost at bedtime, because no one will sleep.

My ‘blankie’ was Goggy Bear. A stuffed tiger that my cousin Eddie had outgrown. Mommie told me she had no idea how I came up with his name. He became so loved, he fell apart.

Santa brought me a new one, which I promptly tossed aside. Though ripped up and dirty, the toy was mine. He was love.

100 words/Genre: Memoir

Thank you Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers. It is such a joy to be a part of such a versatile group of writers. Please folks, comment and give constructive criticism. Happy Friday.

53 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers-Goggy Bear

  1. I had a tattered light-blue dog which was won for me at a state fair when I was a toddler. πŸ™‚ Did your parents ever tell you how you managed to name a tiger Goggy Bear?

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  4. Dear Renee,

    Sweet story.
    One little suggestion…”my cousin Eddie had grown out of”…might be more concise and save a couple of words if you say, “my cousin Eddie had outgrown.”



    • I was so little, I don’t remember when I gave it up. As I’ve gotten older, my security blankets have become the loves of my life. They keep me grounded….

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