Today marks the appearance of Paddington Bear in children's literature. I don't remember much about Paddington bear, only that he was a fixture in my childhood. Not because I though he was the greatest thing in the world. Not because he kindled my interest in literature at an early age, and not because I thought he was cute. All of those things, if I claimed them to be true, would be lies.
Not only can I not remember why I had a Paddington bear doll, or why I had the Paddington bear books, but I don't even think that my mother remembers that she forced them on me.
I remember a few years ago, I was visiting home, and there was a commercial for Paddington bear something or other, and my mother thought it was the greatest thing in the world. She says, "remember how you used to love Paddington bear?"
Surely you're mistaken, it was your that loved Paddington bear enough to make it a fixture of my early development though I gave you no cue that I would appreciate, or benefit from it.
What we've established from this walk down memory lane is that you have no idea who I was as a child. I'm sure that you did your best to raise me, and if you ask me, I think you did a bang up job.
In the name of god though, don't give any credit to fucking Paddington Bear.
The only good that came from Paddington Bear, as far as I am concerned, is that I was able to contrive this blog post.
I can't say anything bad about Paddington Bear, nor can I say anything good about the poorly illustrated bear.
Thank you.
Not only can I not remember why I had a Paddington bear doll, or why I had the Paddington bear books, but I don't even think that my mother remembers that she forced them on me.
I remember a few years ago, I was visiting home, and there was a commercial for Paddington bear something or other, and my mother thought it was the greatest thing in the world. She says, "remember how you used to love Paddington bear?"
Surely you're mistaken, it was your that loved Paddington bear enough to make it a fixture of my early development though I gave you no cue that I would appreciate, or benefit from it.
What we've established from this walk down memory lane is that you have no idea who I was as a child. I'm sure that you did your best to raise me, and if you ask me, I think you did a bang up job.
In the name of god though, don't give any credit to fucking Paddington Bear.
The only good that came from Paddington Bear, as far as I am concerned, is that I was able to contrive this blog post.
I can't say anything bad about Paddington Bear, nor can I say anything good about the poorly illustrated bear.
Thank you.
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