They don't think I understand. They don't think I know what it's like to be unwanted, or forgotten. They don't think I hear them when they talk about the future, the occasional whispers of how we're most likely going to be sent to a landfill or destroyed, or just put into storage forever. When they talk sadly of how I'm the deluded one. Maybe in some ways they're right, but then I was around before them, they don't know what I know.
Bo knows, she knows everything about me, rightfully so I guess. We've been together since the beginning, before anyone else. Everyone else thinks I first saw her at Molly's baby shower, everyone thinks I was Andy's first favorite toy, everyone thinks I have never known what it's like to be replaced, or forgotten.
But they'd be wrong.
Once Upon a Time I was a brand new Sherriff Woody Doll, in a box very similar to the Prospector's, lined up on a toy store shelf, with others like me, and Bullseye, and Jessie, and even Stinky Pete. Back then I was a new toy, and thought I really was a cowboy, Sherriff Woody, of the Roundup Gang. Buzz would laugh if he ever found out. I was just as deluded as he was to begin with. Unlike Buzz I was alive in the box.
I remember looking out and thinking I was dreaming, trapped in a prison, instinct forcing me to freeze as the giants entered the prison, hearing my friends and never seeing them, those days are a blur, a nightmare that revisits me every once in awhile. Imagine being trapped in a box with a clear plastic front, and giants look in on you every once in awhile. It was during one of these days that my box was taken from the shelf.
At that point you have to understand I was still delusional, I was also in such a deep depression about my imprisonment that I barely noticed being moved, and then there was only darkness.