Hello. I'm Colin. I'm a sockmonster. Please don't look away in disgust. I don't mean to be rude. I'm just a bit... different... from other sockmonsters.
I came into this world on a dark, cold evening in November. My creator was happily chatting and singing along to the radio as she sewed my body together. If I'm honest, she wasn't paying enough attention to me. I knew I'd gone wrong long before she noticed, but because she hadn't yet sewed my mouth, I couldn't tell her. It was only when she'd finished her sewing and started stuffing my body that she realised that there was something wrong with me. Very wrong.
When she realised, she stared at me in dismay for a very, very long time. It made me sad. Even worse, she then posted a picture of me onto the internet for all to laugh at. And laugh they did.
Luckily, a group of nice people saw some potential in me, and said I shouldn't be put into the rubbish bin. They thought I might have a purpose in life, that I could do some good. Even better, they wanted to be my friend.
And so my life travelling with new friends began....
