My mom had a teddy bear called Mr . Bear that was her special toy and I was never allowed to touch it growing up . Well , one time when I brought back lice from elementary school also my fault we had to wash all the stuffies , clothes , linens etc . Elementary school me , budding artist I was , forgot to take a crayon out of my pocket and accidentally turned all the washed items into 101 dalmation party themed accessories once they hit the dryer . I had forever tainted Mr . Bear in her eyes , inducing full on tears and yelling . Ironically , when she kicked me out ten or so years later she tried to give me the bear in case I ever got homesick but I told her she could keep it . Who wants a spotted bear ? <| sep |> I am always jealous of the interstate highways in the US , so many rest stops ! With picnic areas , vending machines , bathrooms and they are usually well maintained . Except in Vermont , fuck you if you need gas , food or lodging all you get is trees , windy roads and one shitty cafe that is so packed you would be better to just keep driving