My fascination with giraffes did not start off with the visit to the local zoo or nature park. It started with a childish giraffe rattle that I somehow fell in love with during my junior year of high school. This is literally an embarrassment, being an 16-year old who cherishes a baby toy.
I chose this giraffe because green was my favorite color during that time. I loved all the little things I could fidget with, the ears, horns, tail, and tracing the giraffe spots. Did I mention that it rattles as well?
Look at the adorable face! This giraffe is smiling. I feel so cheesy saying that, but it was nice to see some intimate object happy no matter the mood.
The simple colorful spots was also a nice addition. I know now that it does not resemble a real giraffe by any means, but it gave me something colorful to stare at.I just loved going over the circles. Seriously, I need to find something less childish to do.
But after falling in love with green giraffe rattle, I knew I needed to find a companion for it. I was able to then acquire its smaller sibling, also a green giraffe rattle.
It must be something about being a yound kid in a loving family. The idea of having the adults be the bigger stuffed animal, and the child being the tinier version.