Have you had something that gave you joy? That gave you something to hold onto? I'm talking about the one object that made you happy.
Beginning:
I first had my plushie when I was around eleven years old. I was already in that hype, that time when I was so into LarryBoy that I didn't care for the other VeggieTales videos that I had in my collection.
And it was one day, when I had come home from the dentist (or doctor), that I came across LarryBoy sitting on a computer desk in the living room. A plushie!
I remember being so happy that day, because I actually got LarryBoy as a plush doll. And it was from then on that I would spend time with the doll. Every time I went to school, I would always look forward to being with LarryBoy. The feeling, I remember, was so powerful--I felt like I truly had a friend.
When Everything Went Downhill:
Now, it didn't take long for my mom and my grandma to discover that I was spending too much time with the LarryBoy doll; and I remember them telling me to cut back on that time spent on him. At first, I was like "Okay," but then I would go back to playing with my plush doll, because... let's face it: No one was going to tell me what to do with my doll--that was my possession.
And then, a vicious rumor was spread in the household that I was being attracted to LarryBoy sexually (which, by the way, is not true). Just because I slept with a doll at the time doesn't make it sexual. I don't know what mindset my family was in... that they would even think that. I guess they misinterpreted my love and appreciation for LarryBoy as something sexual; and that was when my world came crashing down.
My grandma and my mom confronted me about this whole situation. I remember Grandma saying stuff like, "God doesn't like this..." or "You make God angry by doing this..." But... what was I doing? Being a LarryBoy fan? Well, push come to shove: my mom ended up taking away my LarryBoy plushie, saying that I wasn't allowed to take him out of the closet. I just remember crying my eyes out, because I was without my best friend in the world. LarryBoy meant something to me. I remember going to school the next day just being bummed out by the whole situation.
MY FAMILY SCREWED ME! >: (
And of course, I wasn't allowed to watch LarryBoy and VeggieTales for a while. I wasn't too sad about that part, but still... I was heartbroken that I wasn't allowed to be with my friend, even if it was just for a while.
And guess what, to this day, I never forgave my family for that. Why? Well, what did that show me? That happiness is what they say, when they say it? I may have been eleven at the time, and didn't know any better at the time, but you can't rip something precious away from your kid! You can't do that! And when they had accused me of being sexual with my doll (which I wasn't), that go me fired up. I would never think of LarryBoy as sexual--That's not what my fandom is about; and that's not what my YouTube channel is about.
How I Got My Doll Back:
I think it was nearly a month since I had the doll taken away from me, and put in a closet (Yeah, you guys have no idea how depressed I was). But one day, my mom took me aside, and she got LarryBoy out of the closet. She told me to my face that I could have him back, but on the condition that I wasn't to have him in bed with me. So, from then on, I was care not to bring him to bed--In fact, I would have him sitting at the foot of the bed, just to prove to everyone that nothing was going on between us.
Conclusion:
Though, it was really sad that things had gone down the way it did--it just shows you how a misunderstanding could balloon into a problem. Take it from the first videos of LarryBoy: Lies have a way of growing (LarryBoy and the Fib from Outer Space), and rumors can spread like a weed (LarryBoy and the Rumor Weed). I just wish that the situation would've been handled differently--If my family wanted to scold me, then go for it. But they didn't have to take away my LarryBoy doll. They let their daughter/granddaughter fall into a pit of darkness (depression)... that eleven-year-old girl wanted to die so badly during that time, because she didn't have that one person (or object) that gave her substance... so what was the point?
And do I have nightmares about this ordeal? Yes. And do I have fears of my doll being taken away from me? Of course, I do. Even now, when I'm in my twenties, I still have to be care with my doll, because... Who's gonna accuse me of the same thing next? Who's gonna take LarryBoy away from me again?
But anyways, what's done is done. We can't go back and change anything about it.
But anyways, thanks for sticking around for this story. Sorry if this was another depressing story to read. I'll try to have a happier story to tell next week. I tell this story to say that if you love something, then love it--don't let anyone deceive you and say that what you're doing is wrong. Though, you gotta love something that makes sense, something that has a positive impact in your life.
By the way, I'm getting real close to 400 subscribers on my YouTube channel. Now, once I get there, I'll do something special for you guys. So stay tuned!
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