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An Ode to Grover
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Note the the reader. This is a Memior a Grover fan wrote and sent me. I thought it was very enotional!
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Memoir: Grove
Did you ever have a doll or teddy bear or even a blanket you loved, and carried
around with you when you were little? It stayed awake all night long to watch over you
while you slept. It was the special toy that was always there to make you feel better
when you were hurt, sick or afraid. When you were 3 years old it never left your side,
wherever you went. For me that one special toy was a stuffed animal. He was a
puppetof the Sesame Street character: Grover.
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If you have ever watched Sesame Street then you know of the little, furry, blue, monster named Grover. Before Elmo came along, he was the star of the show. He was a waiter, and a superhero. He could sing and dance. He taught little kids, like me, how to read and spell with fun little games. Needless to say he was my favorite character on the show, and at age 3 I told my parents this whenever possible. “Look there’s Grover,” I would always shout whenever he came on. As I watched him I would usually dance around happily, singing along, off key, if I knew the words.
After awhile I think my parents got the clues and hints I was dropping about Grover. One day, that I don’t remember being any special occasion, my mom came home with a fluffy, new, Grover doll. From that point on we were always together. My parents would read me bedtime stories using the blue monster as a puppet. I would tuck him under my arm and fall fast asleep thereafter. Whenever I played, Grover was right there by my side. I would take him every where, not feeling comfortable without him.
Like most toys that are really loved get, Grover started getting tattered and grungy. I would accidentally spill something on him. The dog always thought it was the best thing to carry Grover around in his mouth, slobbering all over my monster, of course. The paint even started to wear off on those big, cartoon looking eyes. At one point there was even a huge hole in his back, revealing all the stuffing and insides he had. Essentially, Grover was falling apart. It was never anything doctor mom couldn’t fix with a needle and thread, however.
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Something started happening to me also. I was getting older, more mature, and I
didn’t need my favorite toy as much any more. I started going to school, and other
activities where there was just no place for him. Even though he was getting left behind
more times than not, he was still always there to keep me company at night, and to
watch movies with me. Nevertheless I was starting to grow out of my furry friend.
Looking back I remember all the places I took my Grover. We went to Spain together.
Grover saw the beaches of Florida, and the mountains of Colorado. I have taken him on
a cruise, and in a hot air balloon. It’s amazing how much he has done, and how many
places he has been in his life of a stuffed animal.
These days I still have my little, blue, fur ball. He isn’t as soft, furry or blue as when
I got him, though. I even found him a pair of little “Fruit of the Loom” underwear so he
wouldn’t look as puny. He still goes on trips with me, only now I take pictures of him at
different places. Most of my friends know about Grover, and they think he is as cute
as I do. The big joke is to take off his underwear and say he’s “mooning” everybody.
They also like to throw him around, and give me a hard time. Their laughs and
comments are always in good nature. When I talk to people I haven’t seen in a while
they always manage to ask me if he’s still around. I just laugh, and say, “Of course he
is, the washing machine hasn’t eaten him yet.”
I could never part with my life long friend even if I wanted too. Even though he is a
stuffed animal, he is still a big part of my life. I don’t think when my mom got him she
realized how much I would love him. When I look back to my childhood what I
remember is Grover. I hope when I grow up he is still around, even if it’s in a trunk up in
the attic. Every now and then I want to be able to get him out, and remember all the
things I had forgotten about my childhood. I want my kids to know about my special
monster, and how much he met to me.
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