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To My Baby Blanket
To my baby blanket,
I could not remember a time when you were not there. From my very first memory, or at least the first one I can remember, you were right in my hand. I was told you were there right with me after I was born. Soft and light pink, cozy and silky. As I grew older, you got smaller and smaller. As I grew older, you filled up more and more with memories and destinations. Everywhere I traveled, you traveled there too. You have been through everything. Through tears, laughter, and freight. Through the mud, grass, snow, carpet, and tile. You have lived in two houses, you have celebrated sixteen birthdays with me.
At times I wonder what life would be like without you. What would I have had to hold onto when I was home alone with my older brother watching a scary movie? What would I have had to hold onto on the drive to my new house? What would have kept me warm when I was cold? To this day when I look at you, memories come flooding back to all the times you were with me. You even smell like the places we have been together. The camping trip when I was three. Even though I don’t remember this, there is a photo of me and my dad sitting in a chair by the campfire and you were also there with us. I will always cherish those simple memories forever. On my first day of preschool, you laid with me on the couch while mom made me breakfast and I sat in fear wondering how my first day in a new town and school would go. Even to this day I lay with you in my bed and think of all the memories, my entire childhood. Sometimes I wish I could go back to those memories and those days. You are a little different than you used to be. You are slightly less soft and silky, a faded pink and a little ripped up. Even though your appearance has seemed to fade, the memories that you hold never will.
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