Build-A-Bear Workshop is a retailer of teddy bears and other stuffed animals which used to have codes printed on their birth certificates for an online game / word called Build-A-Bearville (later Bearville) that was started in 2007 and ended recently in March 2015.
I started playing in 2010 when I was 12 (around the same time when I started learning Italian, liked Tokio Hotel and was severely addicted to Winx Club). Bearville was my childhood even though I was pretty much entering my teen years at that time. I haven’t been on in a long time (1-2 years?) and when I realised that it closed down, I’d say it hit me pretty hard. And considering I only had my first visit to an actual Build-A-Bear Workshop store in London about a month ago (my nearest store would be in the neighbouring country).
It would be cheesy to say that I would always remember this world, but I will always remember this world. I don’t think I could ever forget how I traded away my own pair of Bunny Glasses because I didn’t know it was the unofficial gear of the ‘elite’ class in Bearville, how I was put off by the elite class in general but felt kinda jealous at the same time knowing that I could’ve been one of them (pre-teen girls. Ya know.), or how much I loved the world and the good friends I made there (I don’t know how far you could say ‘good friends’ considering you only know them by a username that consists of a pre-determined first and last name). The cool moves, and clothes and food, games, characters, occasional celebrities, the Fountain, etc, etc. THE TRAIN TO THE NORTH POLE AND… AND… the library, the university, and the fixed deposit thing at the bank (that was pretty annoying actually). My only consolation now is the music from the game which someone posted online (thank you!). Ah, the memories.
And for the first time in forever, I’m not yelling in frustration at my semi-malfunctioning computer… we’re just exchanging sad glances as we reminisce the time I played Bearville on it.
Goodbye, Bearville. A little late, but yeah.