When I was a kid I was obsessed with Tigger; and when I say obsessed, I mean it. I watched him on tv, I had all of the stuffed animals, a life-size puzzle, all the movies, but most important the costume. My Tigger costume made me feel like I could hop around just like he did whenever I put it on. I felt fearless and spunky, always ready for an adventure. I remember wearing my costume for countless family gatherings, school days and holidays. There was nothing holding me back, all the adults thought I was cute and my parents found no harm in me covered in stripes with a long tail. Looking back I still think I was as cool as I felt when I wore my costume. I wasn’t afraid to look different or act different from all the other kids. The whole “fitting in” thing didn’t exist to me. I idolized Tigger because just like he said, and what I repeated billions of times, “the most wonderful things about tiggers is that I’m the only one!” If I could go back and wear that costume for another year I would. I feel like sometimes we lose who we really are when we’re forced to go to school with the same people, doing the same things. My Tigger costume would help remind me of the spirit I had when I was a little kid and hopefully bring that back out again. TTFN!
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