Here was another photo of me and my favourite bear Safalle (sah-fah-le). I loved him very much too and he was an integral part of my childhood. I carried him everywhere with me. He came from Germany where he was the constant companion of my mother when she grew up - so he was very special. I remember how poor we were when I was a little girl, and yet I collected many soft toy companions. But Safalle stood out. My father threw him out one day. He thought he looked old and scruffy. My mother says she nearly killed him for doing it. Unfortunately it was one of those really stupid things men do when they just don't 'get it' sometimes.