Childhood Memory
Something
that is significant to me from my childhood, that I can associate many memories
with, is my blanky. It is light pink with tiny, deep pink roses scattered all
over it. When I was a child I used to think that two things in my life could
protect me from anything, my daddy and my blanky. My blanky protected me at
night from the dark shadows irking in my room and all the scary monsters. When I
annoyed my sisters or cousins to the point where they would be chasing me
around the house so that they could hurt me, I’d run and hide somewhere under
my blanky, thinking that as long as I was under it nothing could hurt me. I’d
stay under my blanky until I was sure that I was safe and then I would run to
my mom and tell on them like the little tattle tale that I was. I slept with it
every night until I was 15, maybe not necessary
cuddling it, but it was ALWAYS at least on the bed. I stopped keeping it out
because the summer after I turned 15 I was afraid to bring this treasured possession
with me because the year before, my bunkmates tormented my blanky. One time
they even stole it while I was napping and hung it on the flag pole. I searched
for it for hours and I didn’t notice it was stuck up there until