Every since I could remember, I've always had my blankie. My mother had bought it before I was born, and I've been cuddling with it since I was only a few hours old.
As I was a toddler, I'd bite the edges of blankie, which were lined by something a bit more durable than the main material used; because all of the lining is still there today. I could not sleep without nibbling on blankie. I always tasted detergent, so when ever I go to laundromats, I get a nostalgic sensation.
Blankienapped
There wasn't a single day where I slept without blankie. I once stayed up for two days straight because of blankie.
My parents had decided, on their own, that I was too old for blankie. FYI: I was seven or five. So while I was at school, they...
*And I when I found out blankie was missing, I stayed up until 2am looking for it all over my room. On a school night. I didn't know they had disposed of blankie in the trash can, so I was afraid to ask my parents for help. After a few more minutes, I was getting cranky. I gathered up my little courage and went downstairs to ask my mom and dad if they've seen it.
Dad said, "Yeah. Mom and I threw it away."
That's when this little child went on a BAMFing rampage.
*
By 3 or 4am, they'd found it. Good thing they put it in a plastic bag. I decided to stay up since I'd only get 3 hours of sleep left. And I was not going to ruin my perfect attendance.
*= exagerated situation. But the storyline it was supposed to make was. My parent's aren't awesome enough to be ninjas.
I think we need to take some time to get to know other people...
There was one dark time in our relationship though. Back when I said I had never slept a single day without blankie was a lie.I've slept not one... or two days... but longer than a month. This is because I had found a replacement. My parents bought some special expensive herbal juice or something from Chinatown, and the beautifully decorated box came with a golden smooth silk like cloth. It was so smooth, that it would catch the smallest hooks on my fingers.
I forgot about blankie. And blankie was eventually folded up and put away in a closet somewhere.
One day, while I was bored and exploring, I opened up the door of the closet in the hallway. And I went through everything. I eventually got to blankie and I brought him to my room. That night, I slept with both my blankie and the golden cloth.
Eventually the golden cloth disappeared. And I was with blankie again!
Holes in my heart.
After 13 years together, I found blankie's fist hole.
I went apeshit.
And I fixed her. I felt so proud of myself.
And I'll continue fixing and patching her up. Every time a new hole comes up, I will be there with a sewing kit. No matter how many times, because my blankie is sentimentally important to me. She is my cape, my wings, a tidal wave, a hood, a doll, a scarf, a pillow, and a friend.
Question: Did you ever have a special childhood toy?
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