Every Wednesday we ask our Brain Game contestants one interesting, thought-provoking or just plain quirky question. Their answers will be published anonymously in Young Post.Then readers vote for their FAVOURITE answer. We will eliminate the contestant with the LEAST votes every week until we have a winner. The ultimate Brain Game winner will win an iPad mini 4.
Votes close at midnight on Sunday.
Thank you for being such an important part of my life. You were always there for me. You shared my joy when I was happy, and gave me support when I was sad. You were given to me on the day I was born, an adorable teddy bear handmade by my mum. I named you Karen, as that’s my mum’s name because you were just like a mini-mum to me, staying with me every day and cheering me up.
When I was small, we had lots of fun! We would go on adventures, become characters in fairy tales, and even became acrobats in our circus. The most unforgettable experience I had with you was about 10 years ago. I was in kindergarten, and carried you around everywhere. One day, I went shopping with my mum, but wandered off and got lost. Luckily, you were there and made me feel safe until a security guard helped me find my mum. If you weren’t there, I would have been so much more terrified. Therefore, thank you and I love you.
To this day, you’re still in my bedroom. Your appearance may have changed, but you’re my guardian angel and best friend forever.
Hey, scooter. It has been a long time. How are you doing in the storehouse? Remember when we used to hang out every day? The basketball court, corridors, and parks were some of our favourite places to go. With you, it felt like I was flying in the sky, speeding past all my worries and stress. You would dash around with me, and you also fell with me. You taught me control, to avoid troubles ahead. You taught me to get back up, no matter how painful it was. You were there when I hurt, but you were also there when I grew.
I would love to revisit those good old days … but I cannot ride you any more. I have grown taller, and heavier. I want excitement that you can’t provide any more. It’s not you – it’s time that has separated me from my childhood. Anyway, I appreciate that you made my childhood awesome, and I will never forget the moment I fell in love with your colourful deck, or the memories we made together. If I could go back in time, I would go on one last ride with you …
I had a soft bunny plushie I got in a Walmart in Denver, in the US. I named her Bunny Bunny Bunny, because, of course, she needed a first, middle, and last name. My conversation would be with her, and it would go something like this:
ME: omg finally i havent seen u in 10 years where did u go
BUNNY: *stony silence*
ME: bunny?? bro are u ok
ME: im sorry man i missed u too i know youre probably in shock but we’re both here now lets go party
BUNNY: yOU LEFT ME ON AN ESCALATOR
BUNNY: 10 YEARS AGO
BUNNY: IN A MALL!! DID YOU EVEN LOOK FOR ME I KNOW YOU DIDN’T WHAT WERE YOU THINKING
ME: I TRIED BRO YOU GOTTA HEAR ME OUT I WENT BACK THERE AND EVERYTHING WE WERE SUCH GOOD HOMIES I WOULDN’T LEAVE U
BUNNY: I WAS SO ALONE
BUNNY: SO ALONE
BUNNY: forget it i DONT want to hear it *small bunny face scrunches in anger* *tries to shut door but can’t because paw is made out of plushie cloth* *angrily turns around instead*
Well, my favourite childhood toy is a white teddy bear, and I would ask it details about itself. I want to see if we have anything in common, and if we would make good friends now. If we moved on to deeper conversation, I would ask if it believes in God or not, as I believe teddy bears would have a very different way of seeing the world. I would tell it how much I loved its company, how it would listen to me talk about all sorts – from complaints about teachers to my friends’ secrets – when I had no one to talk to, and how it always made my day with its smile. I would tell it that it is one of the reasons I am always smiling. I would say I consider it a gift from God, and that I will treasure it and our memories, no matter what.
My dear Rabbit,
Thank you for being my best bedtime buddy. When I hug you, I always feel comforted. I hug you when I sleep, and my drool gets on you, but you never complain because you do not have a mouth. I thought of sewing one for you, but I am afraid of you starting a “Toy Story” or two! I do not wish to see you using your voice to start a rebellion with my other toys.
You are trustworthy because you never spill my secrets. When I am down, I look at your face before I sleep. You always remind me to smile. Sometimes when I am bored, I will swing your limbs, bend your fluffy ears, or shake your bean-filled body. Sorry if my actions hurt you. I hope you don’t mind. I can mend your broken limbs and ears if they fall off.
By the way, here is a poem for you: “Your nose is red,/Your eyes are blue./ I feel so glad/You are not in a zoo.” Hope you like it!
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