We all had that one toy. The special one. The one that got played with till it was ragged and worn. The one that traveled with us, slept with us, lived and breathed with us. 

For me, it was a burgundy plush pterodactyl, slightly smaller than the average teddy bear. He didn't have a name for a long time; then I started callin  him Petrie, after the one in Land Before Time. If it weren't for our housefire in January of 1992, I'd still have him. The day after the fire, my uncle Mitch gave me a brown plushie rabbit over 2 feet large and very squishy. I named him Anthony Mitchell. He needs some of his seams restitched, but he is otherwise still going strong, and is still with me to this day, the thing I've owned the longest (nothing survived the fire except some smoke damaged photo albums).

How about you? What was your favourite toy in childhood? Do you still have it? Tell us about it in the comments!