Meet my beloved Eeyore. He was my very stuffed animal and I think my parents might regret giving him to me. I don't think they could've imagined what they started by giving their daughter a stuffed donkey.
Eeyore was my first exposure to Disney and the addiction has grown ever since. I was not Eeyore's first owner, that honor belongs to my Aunt. I'm not sure how long he belonged to her before he became my security blanket, my best friend, and my enabler. I do know that he is OLD. He predates the "All New Materials" thing in toys. My Eeyore is stuffed with Shredded Clippings and Ground Nutshells. So he's pretty darn old.
Eeyore goes almost everywhere with me. He's been to Disney, on cruises, across the U.S., to the doctor, etc. He's a world traveler as well. He's made appearances in the Caribbean, the United Kingdom, and Canada. He's been to Australia, saw the Sydney Opera House, went camping in the Outback and was toted around Ayer's Rock (Uluru). He is my constant travel companion, his head peeking out from my backpack.
Eeyore is my rock. I know he will always be there to support me even though he is just a stuffed animal. Disney has always been there for me, too. Always making me happy and letting me forget my troubles, making it okay to live in a dreamworld and be a kid again. Even when I thought Disney let me down (when I didn't get the College Program), I ended up growing and learning with other opportunities (Thanks Disney for not accepting me!).
My Obsession has grown ever since my parents gave me my Eeyore. Today, I have over 300 Eeyore related items (from stuffed animals to a toothbrush holder, decorative items to pins, etc) and countless Disney items as well. I go to the Parks at least 10 times a year (6 times this year already), and am now an annual passholder. I'm a D23 charter member. Disney is even the cornerstone to my career plans and I hope to spend my life continuing to feed my Disney addiction.
