My equivalent to Woody was a plush toy of Wishbone, the dog from the PBS TV show. He traveled everywhere with me for a few years. He’s definitely a well loved toy, given that instead of white, he’s turned a sort of ugly gray over the years. One of his eyes fell off and had to be hot glued back on, and most of his nose has chipped off over the years.
But he’s still one of my favorite toys, warts and all!
I used to love that show! I didn’t care much about the other PBS stuff, but I HAD to watch Wishbone.
He used to have a red string for his mouth, but I don’t know where it went, and a scarf, which I still have somewhere.
I got him for Christmas when I was about 6. He’s been through a lot.
The most interesting event was probably when I brought him to a Christmas light show thing and I accidentally dropped him in the parking lot…I had a minor panic attack after we left and convinced my parents to go back. We found him in the parking lot, literally an inch away from being crushed by a car tire.
I loved Wishbone too, but I didn’t have the toy.
I have to admit something- Jordan, the one in the photos, is actually Jordan 2. The original one was literally played with to death (and several body swap upgrades) and I lost him (oddly enough) on the last day of high school.
Here’s something odd- no two Hasbro NKOTB figures look identical, and the Jordan doll is notorious for having two headmold designs- one fat and square (like mine) and one thinner, like most of the others on Ebay. It took me several years to find and recognize another one a head just like mine.
Now of course that simply must mean that my first Jordan has by now taken over a daycare center and is heck bent on keeping new toys there. 
-Omar
I have a cat stuffed toy (Actually a cougar, but details) that I got during the summer before 3rd grade. i won it in a claw machine on the boardwalk. I was actually trying to win a different one in the machine, but I’m happy I missed. 
His name is Spotty because of his spots (creative, i know) and his name is in my email address with numbers at the end. He has this pipe cleaner with red, white, and blue beads on it around his neck that is a bracelet kind of thing. I have that on him because in about 3rd or 4th grade (most likely 3rd) we each had to teach the class how to make something. The girl I liked showed us how to make those bracelets with the materials she brought in so since I liked her I put it on my favorite toy. I still like her to this current day and still have Spotty next to my bed. Yes, i sound stupid, i know.
Now that I think back, I actually did have another favorite toy. It was a Robocop action figure (basically my own Buzz Lightyear). Of course, I was too young to see the movie back then, but with all his cool accessories, it didn’t matter. He had a couple guns, and a sword, which lit up with his visor. He had about 12 different buttons on his back for different sounds and effects. He has barely survived today, but he’s not getting passed down. He already lost an arm, and the sword was broken in half.
I also loved the Power Rangers action figures.
I had a Dizzy Devil plush that I carried around with me when I was really young. I left him on the plane and never saw him again. I think it was the greatest loss I’ve ever felt at the time.
I bought another one a few years ago, but it just wasn’t the same. I’ve gotten too old for Dizzy Devil. Apparently at 25 I’m still not too old for Woody, though. Or Buzz. Or Bullseye. Or Lots-O-Huggin Bear.
My first Raggedy Ann and my old Gameboy Color.
eggy, I could’ve called this post “our own Buzzes” but that might’ve brought up a discussion over the qualities of Pilsner vs other brewing companies. ROFL -Omar
I’m sorry, but the title of this thread made me laugh. xD Okay, okay… I have poor taste… back on topic… 
My Woody was a Sebastian doll! I had a Flounder doll as well that I loved, but I never loved him as much as Sebastian . My mom said that I used to carry him EVERYWHERE I used to bring him to the grocery store, kindergarden, trips, the park, EVERYWHERE! I remember I used to make little stories with him and all my other toys…and I remember I used to pretend I was Ariel and put my blue conforter on the floor and pretend it was the ocean and Sebastian and I would go on adventures.
Haha. It took me forever to give him up…and now after seeing TS3…I kind of feel guilty about it. Flounder and Sebastian were like Woody and Buzz to me… 
My Woody is my teddy bear Rocky Rocky. I have had him since the day I was born; my dad bought him in the hospital gift shop. I think it is beacause of my love for this bear that I have always been a Woody fan over Buzz.
Mine, too, was a teddy bear. I called him “Reddy”, and he was always there when I needed him. Of course, by the time I was around 10 I was “too grown up” for a teddy bear, so I stopped playing with him. But my mom carefully put him away, and years later she surprised me be giving him back to me as a gift.
He is still proudly on display at my house.
I actually had two "Woody"s. The first was a white stuffed cat with a rattle inside named Kitty that I’d had since I was a baby. The second was an African American doll with a ragdoll body and plastic head/feet/hands like Woody. She was given to me by a friend in the third grade before that friend moved away, so I named the doll Gabby after her. Sadly, a couple years ago our family dog got a hold of both of them, an my mom wouldn’t let me keep the shredded remains. 
I still have my “Buzz” equivalent (a Kim Possible doll), but I really miss Kitty and Gabby.
My own “Woody” would be a plush toy of Shenzi, one of the hyenas from The Lion King, which I got when I was nine. When The Lion King first came out, in 1994, my favourite characters by far were the hyenas, and it sparked off a whole new hyena obsession in me. I wanted to have plush toys of all three of the main hyenas, Shenzi, Banzai and Ed, so that I could have my own hyena army (much like Scar 
), but only Shenzi (the female hyena, who was voiced by Whoopi Goldberg) actually had one at the time, so she ended up becoming my lone hyena henchwoman. I was utterly besmitten with this toy, and used to carry her around everywhere with me. But no one else seemed to like her very much. My dad always used to comment that he never understood how I could cuddle up to something with such a sinister-looking facial expression.
Years and years have now passed, and even though I don’t play with my evil-looking hyena toy any more (nor am I the rabid Lion King fan I once was, though I still like hyenas), I still know exactly where she is in case I ever need her again – namely, stored away in a linen basket in my old bedroom at my parents’ house (along with many of my other childhood toys).
My Woody’s a stuffed Blue from the show Blue’s Clues. I’ve had her since I was 2 and never plan to give her up. 
My Woody is probably a teddy bear that I received when I was 1 or 2 years old. He is still in pretty good condition, apart from a few minor tears and general “wear and tear”.
But in terms of multi-role toys played with in the way Andy plays with his toys (that is, they assume different identities/roles), my Woody would probably be She-Ra and Bow from the old cartoon series. I ended up with those figures as something of a “mistake” since I’m a guy and my step-father didn’t permit me to have any toys of female characters, but my grandmother gave me She-Ra and Bow for Christmas one year (I think she won them in a competition and didn’t know what to do with them) and I ended up being allowed to keep them.
Since they didn’t fit aesthetically with my He-Man and Masters of the Universe figures and since I didn’t have any similar looking figures, She-Ra and Bow became the “default” figures for a range of characters like James Bond and his required “damsel in distress”, Robin Hood and Maid Marian, King Arthur and Guinevere, Indiana Jones and Marion/Willie, Jack and Joan (Romancing the Stone), Han Solo and Princess Leia, etc. The necessary “villains” would be sourced from another action figure range depending on the “role”, but She-Ra and Bow would normally end up playing the “hero” and “heroine” roles.
My youngest sibiling’s “Woody” would have to be this small orange dinosaur made of plush. He calls it Rhino.
The Woody to my Andy had to have been my teddy bear I called Chubby. He wasn’t really that chubby - I just thought it was the appropriate name for a teddy bear. He’s cream colored and feels a bit rough, like the carpet in my house. Whenever I was required to bring a stuffed animal to school, Chubby would be the one to come. We once had to choose a piece of string that we thought might best match the circumference of our toy’s waist. Thanks to my keen eye, the one I chose for Chubby fit perfectly. And so it went.
I wasn’t huge on toys when I was little, at least, not in the sense that they were “played” with. They were more of my personal bedroom council. Alongside Chubby were two other bears, my Buzz and Jessie. Their names are Philadelphia (a dark brown bear, and that’s what it said on his sweater, so the name stuck) and Rouge (woven with pink, yellow, and orange fuzzy thread). I treated them with reverence and would never play roughly with them, which I slightly regret not doing looking back. I believe they’re sitting in the attic above me In a black plastic bag, as if waiting for me to counsel with them again.
