Page dedicated to my beloved stuffed animal, Spike. I've had him since I was a young kid, as long as I've had memory. He apparently came from a burger king meal toy or something. I don't remember getting him, I only remember having him, playing "Spike Ball" with my brother when we moved into our house in Texas, where we'd curl him up and throw him back and forth to each other. I wanted him to be gentler with Spike than he often was.

Then playing with him with my sister growing up. Spike was the mayor for our toys, in charge of building and setting up the town and keeping it running. He was incredibly smart, well versed, he could read anatomy and biology textbooks that I couldn't really parse as a kid. He had lego ships "he" built (i built for him) that could go lightspeed and do whatever he needed. He was Kind, and never unjust or cruel or angry or lashing out at anyone. He ran a restaurant. He was extremely well respected by the other toys.

He was friends with everyone, but one of his best friends in the world was Big Spike. Big Spike was a long necked plastic red dinosaur toy, sort of half robotic but its batteries died so fast that never really mattered. He had a mouth that could open and it'd fit Spike perfectly, exactly, in his top jaw. (I was able to find the dinosaur online by looking up "fisher price imaginext spike red". I always forget that the reason he crowded Spikes name was just because he was Already named Spike...) At first Big Spike was a "Bad Guy", and as such, he had low intelligence and a deep voice. But Spike, somehow, i dont remember how, befriended and reformed him, and Big Spike became a beloved community member and protector of the other toys, Especially Little Spike.

As a teenager, sometimes I took him to school. I would be anxious about losing him, but i enjoyed holding him or having him in my pocket. I would bring him home and make sure he still looked good... Still had all the same holes, discoloration, and stiff fabric he was supposed to. He was worn, but I didn't want him getting too much more worn. I wouldn't often let other people hold him, I was normally much more lax about my stuff but I didn't want to risk too many dirty or careless hands coming into contact with him. Sometimes, at home, I still liked to make him dance.

As an adult, I put him in a lego car my partner at the time put together. He stayed there until about mid 2026, where he was removed and, hopefully, will have more journeys to come.