Anytime Bear Bear was in my hand, my thumb was in my mouth. No matter where I was or what I was doing and I had no idea why but anytime I had her I felt the urge to do it. That was definitely something that made me feel peaceful. My dad on the other hand hate when I did it. So when I turned 9, it was his mission to get me to stop. Anytime he saw me sucking away like a baby with a bottle, I got in trouble. At first they couldn´t stop me, they tried everything! Medicine to apply to the thumb that has a bitter taste, nope didn't work. Nail polish remover, that didn't work either. Anything that was bitter or gross, still didn't work. My parents were convinced nothing could stop me, until I turned 10. They told me that if people at school knew I
