There are many objects from my childhood that are still in my possession today. The one that stands out the most in my mind is the stuffed dog that to this day I am not ashamed to admit I sleep with every night. I have had my dog, Samantha since I was seven years old and there only a few nights I have not had her at my side. Samantha means a lot to me and I can not have a good night sleep if I am not holding her at my side. Samantha is tan and probably a little darker than her original color due to the dirt accumulated over the years. She has tiny brown eyes that are hardly visible due to her wrinkled face.
She has bows in each of her ears that match her dress. She has a big round brown nose, and her tongue used to be pink but now is a light brownish color due to the dirt. She has a brown dog tag that if you looked at real closely says, Wrinkles, Inc., the brand name of the stuffed animal. Under the name it has a number 5009198 and the words, In need of cuddles. All of the writing use to be in gold but over the past 17 years have faded away. Her dress and bows in her ears have little blue flowers with green stems all over them.
The dress has a collar, a pocket on the lower left of the dress, and beige lace around the bottom. At the back of her head she has a hole big enough to fit your hand in to make her mouth move. She is a baby Wrinkles therefore has a diaper on as well. Every night as I climb in my bed for the night the first thing I do is look for Samantha. I tuck her under my right arm, lay on my stomach, and drift off to sleep. I have been picked on more times than I can remember that I am 24 years old and still sleep with a stuffed animal. There was a time my roommate my first year in college tied a ribbon around her neck and hung her from a bar on the bunk beds.
The Essay on Money Year Night End
I follow the same pattern every year: in the first week of the holidays, I spend all my savings, leaving myself bored and depressed; a state I live in, 'til my first pay cheque in January. Any other night and I'd be watching hockey at Sky Reach, football at the bar, or I'd be at a Club with my friends, drinking Canadian Beer: the beer of Gods. Speaking clever catch phrases like: "What up Dog?" to ...
She use to hide her from me all the time because they knew I would go crazy and tear the room apart if I could not find her. I have tried on several occasions to put her up in the closet and break the habit of not sleeping with her. It never lasts more than a few nights. If she is not at my side I never get a good night sleep. I spend practically the whole night tossing and turning trying to get comfortable. I try to hold a pillow at my side, but they are too big. I finally give up, go grab Samantha and I fall right to sleep.
My boyfriend asks me all the time if I plan on sleeping with a stuffed animal the rest of my life. I usually tell him that I have no idea. Samantha is like a little childs security blanket to me. I feel like I can not make it through the night comfortably with out her. I hope to think that somewhere in the future I can box her up with the rest of my childhood things. However, I just can not see it happening anytime soon.
