I've been hearing a lot about Furby lately and it's been getting me to thinking of the days back in 1998 when they first came out. I had one, as did almost everyone else I knew. I have a little story, related to when my friends and I first had ours.
Well here in St. John's, kids either loved or hated Furbies. I was in grade 2 and I loved them, and would get angry at anyone who said they were stupid or ugly. This one day, my friend, two cousins and I were walking through the park, and we had our Furbies with us. I had my black tuxedo Furby, Jenny (friend) had her yellow and black furby and my two cousins each had a solid black furby. My friend also had her 7 Tamas, three of which I was carrying for her and I believe my cousins had two Tamas between them, for a total of 9 Tamas in all.
As we were walking, we came across these kids who had always given us trouble and we had always been affraid of them (they were four grades ahead of us). It just so happened that they had just bought a Furby, just for the sake of breaking it. They told us they were going to throw it off the nearby bridge, and watch it float down the river..
Well I felt pretty bad, being a huge lover of Furbies and only being 8 years old. We decided to follow behind them, to see if we could persuade them not to throw the poor Furby over the bridge.
They finally got there and they were all ready to throw the poor little guy over. I didn't know what to think.. But all of the sudden I told my friend to take my Furby, and I ran right up to the group of kids, hopped up on the guys back who was going to throw the furby, and grabbed it right out of his hands! (I don't know how I managed that, I was so small compared to them, but I managed to get the furby).
Not believing what I had just done, I ran back to where my cousins and friend were and we all went running through the park. They chased after us, and it's amazing we out-ran them. It was quite a site - between the four of us we were running with 5 Furbies and 9 Tamas. We finally made it back to my house, where we bolted into the house and locked the door.
It wasn't to long until the kids came knocking on the door. To make a long story short - I came to an agreement with them, and gave them 15$ for the Furby.
So this (long) story has a happy ending for all Furby lovers out there. I always think about that day - I was so proud for saving the Furby! ^^ And my two cousins and friend were delighted as well.
I still like Furby, but it's been ages since I activated mine and got them talking to one another. I'll take a picture of my tuxedo black furby and the little brown Furby I saved someday, and post them here.
I may not be obsessed like I used to be, but I still love Furby a lot!