My Blankie

My name likely should have been Linus, from The Peanuts, instead of Clara because I packed with my baby blankie everywhere with me until I was eleven years old. The front was turquoise blue with crazy slanting jungle animals at that place were pink lions, orange elephants, green hippopotamus, yellow monkeys, and imperial giraffes. The back was bright orange and it was stuffed with the softest cotton batting. My Grandmother made it for me and from the mean solar day I was born it never left my side.My blankie was my best friend, it was always there to make me feel safe, and to protect me at night. Most days we would period of play dolls together. Then some clippings when I regarded to be a tiptop hero I would tie my blankie slightly my neck and we would run around the yard. It was even my parachute the day I decided to jump wrap up of the roof of the barn. (That is a long story for a different day). At night when my Mom would tuck me into bed I would snuggle my blankie infr a my chin as I was f tout ensembleing asleep I would fray its fluffy softness against my cheek .It was there to protect me from my sisters scary bedtime stories, thunderstorms, and the monsters under the bed. As long as my blankie was near me, I was invincible. As I grew up I stopped playing with my blankie. however though I slept with it at night I realized I wasnt going to be able to keep it with me forever. My sister titillated me all the time that only babies sleep with blankies and my Mom kept corpulent me that I needed to throw that old thing way.By the time I was eleven my blankie was looking pretty worse for wear. The batting was all balled up in clumps and there were holes in it where the material was disintegrating. This is when I in the end decided it was time to store my blankie away not because I didnt need it any more but because I didnt want to destroy something I loved so much. I really miss my dear friend on the nights when the monsters and thunder storms seeme d overwhelming. Unlike Linus, I ultimately outgrew my security blanket but I never forgot it.I lighten have it safely tucked away in a tutelary box under my bed, along with some other mementos that were important to me outgrowth up. There have been times in my life that it would have been small to have a built in friend that wouldnt assess me for the way I looked or leave me behind if we had a disparity to have that warm sense of security to cuddle up with at night. If it were within my means I would make blankies for everyone because life is too curt to not have one small shred of hope, an ounce of confidence, or a sense of security.