Looking at these Doraemon plushies now, I can't help but laugh at how stubborn I was. They remind me of those days of pure innocence, where my biggest problem was missing a cartoon episode and my biggest bravery was facing my dad's belt just to see Nobita and Doraemon. These toys make my childhood wonderful because they represent a time when magic felt real, and a few tears from a spanking were a small price to pay for an afternoon of imagination.🥹🤣