I had a huge collection of stuffed animals. Then I moved house. 3 years later, I moved house again, having never once opened the box containing all my various fluffy friends. So they went to the charity shop.
But I was very fond of Percy (named after the train in Thomas the Tank Engine). A red dragon, who I'd had for as long as I could remember. One of his wings tore when I was 8, and I insisted on fixing it myself. It was noticeably shorter than the other one from then onwards...
All of my stuffed toys were essentially physical avatars of imaginary friends. We went through many stories together, my toys and me. Time to poke around my imagination for a while, see if any of them are still living there.
And now I'm hoping I can find some of my stuffed toys in the attic somewhere. Stupid Toy Story 3, making me feel bad for leaving behind my childhood toys.