He was given to me by my favorite aunt who is like second a mother to me.
I had a really volatile father which only exacerbated my propensity towards being a HUGE cry baby.
When I was in my early 20's I took Mr. Bear with me on a tour of Europe and the Mediterranean. I took photos of Mr. Bear on trains, at the Acropolis, the Blue Mosque, at the Pyramids and pretty much anywhere noteworthy.
One of our family pets chewed his one eye out when I was about 9.
His other eye got tore off when my backpack (that he was tied to) fell off a truck driving through the Sinai Desert. I made my travel companions scour the road till we found it.
I had him restuffed a few years back, in his stuffing are mementos of my childhood and that particular trip.
Mr. Bear is going to be interrid with my bones...