Writting Territories

Fear-Those white pedo-vans that sell ice cream in my neighborhood.

Annoyances-Socks

Accomplishments- I am the funniest yet not really funny just kind of weird person I know.

Confusions-Grilled cheese with grape jelly ( so gross, yet so good)

Sorrows-UK Football 2011

Dreams-Live in New Zealand

Idiosyncrasies-Wearing a toboggan regardless of the weather

Risk-Forgetting what is microwaveable

Beloved Possesions-My blanket ( I am so ashamed.)

Problems-Knowing when to let something go.

In fourth grade I got pretty sick. To cut a long story short, we need certain bacteria in our stomach and I didn't have that. As a result, I missed quite a bit of school. On one such day, I was laying on a couch in my basement. It was about eight- twentish and I was definitely not going to school because I had been up all night. I was in the awful situation of being exhausted yet not being able to fall asleep. At this point my mom brings down this cover. It was a thick, sprawling mass of white cloth with periwinkle stripes. And the best part, she had just run it through the dryer so when she put it on me, every muscle in my body left my control and moved to curl up in it. Within twenty seconds I was asleep. When I awoke that evening, I felt completely rejuvenated.

From that point on, that was my primary cover. Every night, no matter what is happening or where I live, this cover is with me. It sound silly to me as I write this, but this cover is one of the only things that has constantly been with me for the past seven years. I think that sometimes we take for granted those things that are important to us because they are always there. But nothing is forever and I am quite aware looking at it now that it doesn't have much left to it. When it does finally become unusable, I think I'll be kind of sad. Don't get me wrong, I wont be devastated to the point of a lost loved one, but it will be strange. I have used it through five houses, three schools, two presidents, basically a long freaking time. I find it funny that something so seemingly unimportant makes me feel so much, but I guess that is in a way applicable to all facets of our lives.