Why it's (still) okay to sleep with your teddy

What do children really think about their special teddies and what does it reveal about them as adults? My teddy is called Mr. T. He is scarred from my childhood voyages—bald patches from sparks in the copper mines of Papua New Guinea, an unravelling nose from being pecked by a giant parrot in Bali, a slight crustiness from having been dropped off a boat in the Spice Islands. On each of those adventures I was only slightly bigger than he was but insisted on bringing him everywhere. Nobody real