My aunt made Pooh Bear for me when I was born, and he became a prime teething target. He has gone through many interesting incarnations since. At one point, he was falling apart and in such bad shape that my aunt made a new body for him and stuffed the old body and stuffing inside. He's now on his fourth body or so (he had to live inside a pillowcase for a while), but I know that deep down he's still the same Pooh. He's traveled with me to college, Paris, Africa, Washington D.C., Prague and now Berkeley.
