Personal Essay #1
My Blanket
The heat was beaming with steam on this hott summer day, my
father working under the hood of our car, mother making supper, I think it was
macaroni and cheese with hot dogs. My
brother and I where playing hide and go
seek with the neighbors kids. As I began counting the last three numbers one to
ten, I hear my mother tell Michael ” put that back, that’s your sisters”!
I stop counting and run quickly into the house, I’m going straight for
my blankie and as I’m trying to get my blankie back by screaming and hitting my
brother; my dad suddenly runs in, snatches Michael right up into his huge arms
and takes my care-bears blanket.
Fed up with the arguing and whining over my blanket, Dad takes it
across the street to the garage, of course I’m right behind him begging him not to
throw it away, ” Don’t hurt it Daddy” I say, ” that’s my binkie”! My father had
quickly taken it and cut it in half, while telling me ” I’m so tired of your whining,
you too old for it, I’ll buy you a big kid teddy bear to replace it.
I was devastated, I ran into the house crying for my mommy, I told
her that ” daddy * sniff, sniff * cut my binkie in half “! She was so upset that I
swore I saw a tear run down her cheek. Before mom could say anything to dad
he walks in with a smooth stride, holding both pieces of my blanket, I’m scared to
death he’s mad at me and I won’t ever see my precious baby blankie agan. He
suddenly hands one half of my blankie to my mother, and looks at me
encouragingly and says to me ” you will keep this half and I will keep the other
half to save for when yours goes to rags, so you can grow up and still have half
of your blankie to pass on to your kids .”
After that I’ve taken better care of my baby blanket and didn’t take it
absolutely everywhere I went, that way my brother wouldn’t tease me about it,
even though I seldom remembered to leave it home so that wouldn’t happen.
Of course at that age we didn’t understand what not annoying your brother or
sister meant.
Even though my dad kept that other half of my blankie I never
needed it, So eventually somewhere around the world it’s lost in a move
somewhere along the road, in a storage unit we stopped paying for. I suppose it’s
been thrown away or restored and with someoone else. I can never be positive
about that, but I do know that; even though I only have half of my white care-
bears blanket, that’s almost see-through, I can still cherish it like it’s the whole
thing.
Because it’s so dear to me, I will eventually put it up, and make my
grand-daughter her very own “Binkie” that she can bug her parents with. Some
day, a long long time from now, that’s what I’ll do.But for now, I shall sleep with
my old raggedy Binkie until it’s hardly a square piece of cloth. Until then I will
always have my special security out side of my special pillow.
By: Jessica Rendle