I don't remember when I got it. I was barely two at the time but I was told many a time about how I chose it. I had a light brown Gund Snuffles bear like
this one. She was about 10 inches tall and so extremely fuzzy when I first had her. Aunt Helen and mom used to tell me that when i was just short of two years old we were out and about and I walked up to them with the bear in my arms. Aunt Helen asked if i wanted the bear and I just nodded my head. I used to take her on every single vacation we went on. As my head was so small and we tended to drive everywhere I would almost always use her as a pillow.
Snuffles was latter renamed Snuffy and went from a "she" to a "he" in honor of Sesame Street's Snuffy the Snuffalupagus. As I grew older "he" went back to "She" when I realized that I didn't want a boy in bed (go figure I was only nine or ten at the time). She became so well loved that eventually the stuffing started to fall out and her velveteen nose first was rubbed clean into a white and then fell off. When I was around twelve or so mom took the bear, opened her up, re-stuffed her and sewed a red heart button in place of her nose.
She was by was the one toy I kept going back to time after time after time. Even when I had to regularly faze out most of my other stuffed toys I kept her and her "daughter" (a six inch Snuffles of the same color I named Alice after Snuffy the snuffalupugus' little sister). When I went off to college however I had a crises. Did I take Snuffy who had been with me since I was two but so tattered she was bare in spots or did I take the smaller one. No matter which one I decided to take I knew I wasn't going to sleep with either one in my bed, instead she would have a place of honor on my bookshelf. In the end I too Alice, kind of like me leaving my mom and family to go away to college; Alice was leaving her mom for a new experience. I still have both of them but currently they are locked away so that the moths can't get to them. It's kinda anticlimatic but for the time being that's the way it's going to be until I have a child of my own to share my love (and favorite toy) with.