Snoopy was born…into my life…on my 5th birthday. He was among the 3 presents I remembered. The other were a cotton girl doll in a velvet dress and came in a cradle from one of the aunties, and the Princess Diana wedding dress my mom had it made for me.
It was love at first sight for me and Snoop. A love that withstood many years of coming and going toys. He was eventually shelfed and forgotten among my huge collection of stuffed toys.
But when I was around 14, after watching “Race for your Life, Charlie Brown”, he came back off the shelf and into my life. And he hasn’t left my side since.
Happy 25th Birthday, Snoopy Dog.
As for me, friends are making it easy to be 30 so far. 🙂 Will blog about the phone calls to my parents when I get home tonight.