It all
started when my elder brother was born.
Psychologically
correct I was given my own 'baby', two little teddy-bears that I both
named after my brother. (Unfortunately these twin bears were
lost somehow but my brother gave me new ones for his 21st birthday.)
The real
collecting however started much later. The collection grew
very slowly and there was no real 'system' in it.
It's hard to imagine now but there were hardly any bears for sale so I just bought every one I liked.
Years later there suddenly was a bears craze and finally I, a grownup, was 'allowed' to like bears without being called childish. Now there were so many bears in the shops that I would have been bankrupt if I'd bought them all like I did before.
Then
I had a good look at my collection and decided that I would only keep
and collect the ones that were just a bit life-like. Of course
there are still some 'strange' bears in my collection but they live on
Memory Lane.
How many
do I have?
I don't
know, hundreds and there will be more.
