Sunday, May 15, 2011
I, like Leighton, was a blankie girl. I liked my blankie cold, so I would hang it out the window on road trips or put it in the fridge for a few minutes before bed (weird I know). Anyway, I remember the day when I decided blankets were for babies and I must get rid of mine. I was 5 or 6 and was having a playdate with an older boy from across the street. I snuck my blankie out to the dumpster in the alley and threw it in. That was it. Never slept with it again. Probably because I quickly moved on to a stuffed bear that was my nighttime companion until my honeymoon night when I turned it in for one that could cuddle back.