I was a spitfire when I was younger. I remember one time I, shall we say, used one of the walls of our house as a canvas. Boy, was I sore from the cuffing mama and papabear gave me!
Here's a little tchotchke from a prior convention I attended. It had a "50s Diner" theme so us patron level (we'd paid way more than the normal registration fee and thus were entitled to a few extra benefits) attendees were entitled to a "50s Diner coffee mug".
Here's another snap of me as a cub. I was a real spitfire back then, forever running and challenging my mamabear to catch me-which she often did. On that note, my mamabear always joked that because she had me she had no need for a gym membership to keep in shape. :D
Was walking around the neighborhood surround the Back to the 80s nightclub and came across this totally gnarly chopper. I've rode in motorcycles before and it's an experience like no other, but too dangerous for this bear's taste.