Recently my neighborhood police department advertised for donations of stuffed toys in order to give them to kids in times of trauma. I looked at the top of my bureau, littered with stuffed animals, including a bear from a boyfriend from over twenty years ago. I'm damn near fifty and feel weird keeping so many stuffed toys around, so today I gathered them and brought them down to the cop shop. Stuffed toys helped me through kid traumas, and I hope that my bears and cats and bunnies help other kids through theirs.
And the top of my bureau looks much neater. :D