My Winnie Pooh Blanket

I have had many possessions precious to me, but non-mount to the only thing that I have had since I was born, my baby blanket. The blanket has gone through life with me, been with me through it all. This blanket is my childhood; it means the most to me and it is the memories I couldn’t bear to hold. Though it’s a torn up piece of fabric, I could never let it

To begin, as in Quiroga’s frightening story The Feather Pillow an exploration of the love and care between husband and wife is displayed. When talking about her husband, Alicia is concerned. Where she should would feel love and appreciation she feels “[...] chilled by her husband’s rough character” (Quiroga 1). Lacking to show love towards Alicia, Jordan is directly impacting her mood, which in term keeps her in a bad physical state. Letting her feel this way and continuing to act “cold” shows how much care he truly has. In order to go further, Alicia describes her loveless situation and her lack of comfort in her own home the narrator continues to mention “It is not strange that she grew thin. She had a light attack of influenza that dragged

Everywhere I go, I carry with me a tangible piece of my past as both a reminder of who I was, as well as who I have become. Although it seems trivial, this item is my beanie. In an effort to reestablish my image as I entered middle school I grew out my hair started to wear a beanie to school every day. After reaching the end of my middle school experience, I cut my hair (mostly out of desperation in the summer heat). Although my hair was gone, the beanie seemed to stick around. I believe this is because it takes me back to a simpler time in my life, but also serves as a reminder of how much I’ve grown and matured since then. I have no regrets, and it is fully my decision to carry this item, but it brings me comfort because of who I was back then versus who I am now. It only weighs a few ounces, and it weighs down my heart about as much as it weighs down my head: not much.

This blanket means a lot to me because it is a memory to take with me of her. Not knowing how long we can be in the ghettos or in the concentration camps I want this blanket for the winter when it gets cold outside. She is 91 years old and is also another cancer survivor in my family so she is another inspiration in my life. I wouldn’t want to leave this blanket behind in the ghettos because it is like a family heirloom because my mom had it when she was pregnant with me and I want to pass it down to my

Growing everyone has that one stuff animal that means the world to them. You know, the buddy that followed you to the park, kept away monsters at night and patiently played along with your imagination. It was you very first friend and you did everything imaginable together. Well for me, that friend was my beloved teddy bear, Chucky.

There are two people that have significantly impacted my life, my parents. From the warmth of a hug to the sternness of a talk they have always been there. The softness of there hands or not so soft hands when I needed a hand to either get off the ground, or to cross the streets. The care in there eyes when I needed a band-aid, or when I was sick, or sad. The goodnight kiss and hug they give me before going to bed. The protection I felt when I was scared or when there was conflict. The taste of a good home cooked meal. Most of all the smell of my mom and dads perfume and cologne, why does it still smell so good!

People hold on to pieces of jewelry, furniture, and other symbolic collectables that is passed through generations. These things can remind a person of a loved one that is seen as being priceless.

A favorite book? Or maybe it's those new shoes you got the other day. There are those who love their jobs and others who love the feeling of soft blankets. Is it tangible? An idea?

“Everyone does. The goal isn’t to live forever, it is to create something that will.”-Chuck Palahniuk. As humans we all die, but we also create everlasting sentimental attachments to objects that held a memory or represents something to us. For me it was a stuffed animal of whom I called Croc. He is a green crocodile that I got as my first Christmas present. Although he was only a stuffed animal he had a great importance to me, and he often represents parts of me that most people don't know of.

My bracelet sits under my bed, so that I will not lose it. It sits in a box with all of the other things my brother has gotten me over the past couple years. Most people find it weird that I keep the stuff my brother gave me in a box but most people do not have to worry about there brother bring a Marine.

It was once said that "You dont know what you've got till it's gone". I find this sentence to be very true, and relatable. Everyone takes stuff for granted, everyday, without realizing it. Whether its posessions, loved ones, employment or even pets. We all may think we hate our jobs, day to day, but imagine how it would be if you lost that job. How would that impact your life? While your there working, you're not really appreciating it. But if it was taken from you, you realize what you had, now that its gone? Pets are another

Richard Rogers’ song “Favorite Things” talks about how the narrator’s favorite things make them feel better when times aren’t the best. People often have a memento from childhood that they keep throughout their life, such as a stuffed animal or a tea set. These possessions represent a memory or event from one’s life -whether it be from early on or from later in life- which in turn remind them of the feelings from the times they received it. These tokens from their early life often mean the world to them, and this is an accurate description of how I feel about my “Blankie.” My blanket is a source of comfort, every small imperfection has a memory behind it, and these impressions make the blanket unique to my life and my experiences. While most of the details that reside on my blanket are small and often remain unnoticed, each one makes it more important to me.

Sentimental is a word that permeates my mind anytime I have to pack for something. I have never moved, but there have been times when I have to pack up everything in my room for a spring cleaning. I have to tell myself that I am too old, too mature for my childhood thingamajigs and doo-hickeys. Occasionally I will keep something that while it is too childish or unimportant to keep, it shelters fond memories. One such toy is a small stuffed bear. His nose has been chewed off, his eye is matted over with fur, and his seams are well-worn as is his pelt. But he is too precious. He was the first stuffed animal I gave my brother when he was born. As he grew older, he didn't want him anymore, but I keep it to remember all those times he was

There are a lot of items in my room that are significant to my life. My most treasured item is my stuffed bear, Ted. A long, long time ago, my grandfather gave me a stuffed bear my grandmother made for me for my birthday. At 5 years old I was pretty uncreative, so I named him Ted. This bear has sat through all the good times and all the bad times in my life. If my house was burning down I would save that bear because it brings me back to a special moment in my life and reminds me of who I am today.

I have fond memories of growing up with love and compassion, by the people who I was surrounded with. The feeling of