I do not have a place that is meaningful to me but I do have a possession that is rather meaningful to me. The property that is meaningful and worthy of me sharing is my blanket. I have had this blanket since I was around three years old. This blanket isn’t really anything special it is just some blanket that my great grandmother made for my brother and he stopped using it so of course I got it. I find it …show more content…
The blanket has five colors on it, purple, yellow, green, white and orange. The scene on the blanket depicts a Giraffe, a purple monkey and a parrot all reaching for an apple. The scene really makes no sense because I do not believe a parrot, giraffe and monkey live in the same environment and I don’t even think that they eat apples. The blanket is made I would say for a height of around five feet which is a lot or at least I used to think it was before I got older. The blanket has a peculiar ink stain on it, I actually have no idea how it got on the blanket I can only speculate that it came from me running rampant with a pen. It also has several spots where bleach extirpated the color. I am pretty sure that I have outgrown this blanket and I it has not actually fit since around the seventh grade. Even though I have outgrown the blanket I still continue to use it whenever I sleep. I believe this blanket does help me sleep, I don’t know why it does but I am sure it does. I have thought about getting rid of this blanket before but I have always had second thoughts and decided not to. As I have aged I sometimes find myself staring at my blanket and feeling desolation. I believe this feeling comes from me maturing and losing that outlook on life that a blanket can truly change my emotional state. Whenever I look at the blanket I get a feeling of nostalgia