I’m not sure when John entered my life exactly, but I don’t remember a time without him. When I went into hospital at 4 years of age with a febrile convulsion, he was the toy that kept me company when my parents went home (can’t imagine having to leave H alone in hospital now and he is older than I was then). The nurses tidied him away one day, not believing me when I said he was mine, and I had to wait till my parents returned the next day to get him back.
Since then John has been on many holidays with me and he got taken on trips until I was well into my teens. Nowadays he often travels with us too. H loves him too and he came with us on our recent trips to the Isle of Man and Alton Towers. John always travels in the hand luggage when we fly as I can’t risk losing him.