| [Author's Note: Originally posted to my Web
log on Jan. 12, 2004.] While visiting my parents at Christmas, I went
through several of the many photo albums that my mother has assembled over the years,
including an album specifically of photos from Christmases, starting when I was one. I was
quite amused to find some pictures of me unwrapping my Kermit the Frog when I was almost
two, mostly because that Kermit the Frog has been perched on top of the bookshelf in my
bedroom since I moved to Omaha.
Christmas Day, 1978. I'm almost two.
Kermit and I are buds.
First grade. Kermit goes to school with me because
our teacher has the matching Grover. They're
our class mascots.
I honestly hadn't thought about how long I'd had it or how many places I've taken it.
It's just always been there. Kermit (my Kermit, anyway) turned 25 on Christmas Day, 2003.
He's a bit fuzzy and the Velcro doesn't hold his hands against his body anymore, but he's
in remarkably good shape. Maybe I'll give him to one of my kids someday.
2004. Kermit turns 25.
He sits on top of a bookshelf in my bedroom.
He's the oldest original toy I own.
He's a little fuzzy, but all in all in good shape.
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