Anyway, back to the Care Bears. I wanted one desperately. I might have been 11 years old at the time and everyone I had ever met or ever wanted to meet had a Care Bear. Except me. Do you know what damage that does to a child's psyche? Do you? Well, I'm fine. But I wanted that damn Care Bear. So, Mom and I made a deal. If I saved all my money from my flyer route, I could buy the bear for myself.
Back in the day, I think we maybe made $5 from that flyer route. Every Saturday, my brother and I (sometimes with the sisters in tow) would deliver unwanted flyers to houses in our neighbourhood. My parents always stressed
I remember the purchase price on the bear. $14.97 I stood in the aisle contemplating which bear I would take home. My very own Care Bear!!! I knew all their names by heart and could not wait to make one mine. I'm sure there was a lot of debate as to which bear I would settle on, but the one I brought home makes no sense to adult me. I'm sure 11 year old me had a good reason though. I bought Champ Bear.
Champ Bear was good at sports. I did not play sports. Champ Bear was athletic. I fell down crossing the grass. Champ Bear was a winner!!! I... well, I mostly came in last. Champ Bear was an odd choice for me. But I loved him. I prized him above all my possessions because he was my bear and he was awesome. I still have him in a box somewhere so I can bring him out when i am 90 and bore my grandchildren about how hard I worked to earn the money to buy him. He was my bear!!! I had stood the test of time. I have prevailed over the evil regime of my parents. I had my bear!!!
It was only a few months later and my sisters had their own bears. Purchased for them. I maintain that parents are cruel.