My Blankie and Me

Rachel is still very attached to her blanket - it seems almost more now than a few years ago.  She says things like, "It's like my blanket is magic.  It makes me feel so good."  Other times she'd say, "It's like my blanket is a drug and I'm hooked on it."

My mom wrote that entry in her journal when I was eight years old.  I'm turning 26 in a couple of months and I'm still attached to my blanket.  As I drove up to my parent's house last week, I steered the car with one hand, while the other held a corner of my blanket to my nose - it was like magic and it made me feel so good.

I remember sitting on the couch watching Mr. Roger's Neighborhood.  Mr. Rogers was talking about drugs and why people got addicted to them.  At the young age of six or seven, I knew why people were addicted to drugs - it made them feel good.  And I knew my blanket was my drug... and I was hooked on it.  

My blanket is falling apart now.  I don't know if it will last another washing but I'm pretty sure I'm not ready to give up the comfort, peace, and security it still gives to me.  I guess I can't wash it.  

- Rachel White, Sandy, UT