The Autobiography of a Jacket
I started off as a small section of cotton on the Farms of North and South Carolina. I went through the process that every piece of cotton wishes to go through.
After going through the gen and being packaged, I was sold to a large company. I went through the hardship of being turned into yarn. The only thing that eased the pain was my friend, Fleece. I was slowly shaved away, 5 millimeters of cotton at a time, and was sent away to the cleaning and blending machine. I shortly met up with Fleece, because the blending and cleaning machine processes 500 kilograms of cotton in an hour. My life in the gen was short. It took about an hour for me to be baled. I am only going to explain that small simple part of …show more content…
Life has been very entertaining since then. I have seen many different places, due to my many travels from Disney Store to Disney Store, like New York, Chicago, and even Washington D.C. I was bought about 2 years ago, and have loved my owner. Let’s get into the story.
I remember the chill that could be felt that day. As my owner slipped inside me, I had a feeling that something was not right. It was our first day at a new school, and my owner’s first day of middle school. Neither one of us had any idea what would take place later that …show more content…
My shoulder still hurt, but it felt as if I was stuck. I tried to look and see if I was okay but I couldn’t. I tried to look up, surprising myself when I could. I looked to see a hanger sticking out of my back. I realized why it was so dark. I was in a closet! It was very odd for me to be in here during the fall. I was usually only in here for the summer. I realized that I was ripped down my shoulder to the bottom hem. I sat there day after day waiting for someone to take me out. The room was quiet dark, so I couldn’t see too much, but what I could see terrified me. The other coats seemed to take all my space. The floor of the closet looked like a huge cavern that would swallow me up if I fell. At one point my owner’s mom walked in, but she grabbed a coat that looked like me but was a dark blue. It finally came to me that I had been replaced by another coat. I don’t know how long I sat there, but I do know that after that long period of time, I was taken out of the closet, stitched up, and sent on a plane across the ocean. My new owner is quiet nice and we have had many great adventures together. I still miss Lessie, but I have come to a conclusion that Lessie didn’t replace me because she wanted to, but because she had
I started off as a small section of cotton on the Farms of North and South Carolina. I went through the process that every piece of cotton wishes to go through.
After going through the gen and being packaged, I was sold to a large company. I went through the hardship of being turned into yarn. The only thing that eased the pain was my friend, Fleece. I was slowly shaved away, 5 millimeters of cotton at a time, and was sent away to the cleaning and blending machine. I shortly met up with Fleece, because the blending and cleaning machine processes 500 kilograms of cotton in an hour. My life in the gen was short. It took about an hour for me to be baled. I am only going to explain that small simple part of …show more content…
Life has been very entertaining since then. I have seen many different places, due to my many travels from Disney Store to Disney Store, like New York, Chicago, and even Washington D.C. I was bought about 2 years ago, and have loved my owner. Let’s get into the story.
I remember the chill that could be felt that day. As my owner slipped inside me, I had a feeling that something was not right. It was our first day at a new school, and my owner’s first day of middle school. Neither one of us had any idea what would take place later that …show more content…
My shoulder still hurt, but it felt as if I was stuck. I tried to look and see if I was okay but I couldn’t. I tried to look up, surprising myself when I could. I looked to see a hanger sticking out of my back. I realized why it was so dark. I was in a closet! It was very odd for me to be in here during the fall. I was usually only in here for the summer. I realized that I was ripped down my shoulder to the bottom hem. I sat there day after day waiting for someone to take me out. The room was quiet dark, so I couldn’t see too much, but what I could see terrified me. The other coats seemed to take all my space. The floor of the closet looked like a huge cavern that would swallow me up if I fell. At one point my owner’s mom walked in, but she grabbed a coat that looked like me but was a dark blue. It finally came to me that I had been replaced by another coat. I don’t know how long I sat there, but I do know that after that long period of time, I was taken out of the closet, stitched up, and sent on a plane across the ocean. My new owner is quiet nice and we have had many great adventures together. I still miss Lessie, but I have come to a conclusion that Lessie didn’t replace me because she wanted to, but because she had