Generations

When I was a baby, my mother gave me a small stuffed Snoopy doll.

I loved that Snoopy doll.

I loved him until most of his hair was loved off, and his eyes dropped out and he got loose in the joints and very shabby.

And I loved him for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loved him, so he become Real.

Now my sons have my Snoopy. I hope he can be Real for them, too.

With thanks to Margery Williams.