This story is about a Teddy Bear. Children often grow up with a special stuffed companion. I still have mine after almost forty years of friendship. I often wonder what he would think about me growing up and going on with my life when he is left to fall down the side of the bed. Was Teddy sad because Mikey grew up and leave the world of childhood and fantasy behind and abandoned? So I have started a story about a teddy bear with issues.