Kiki

          When I was much younger, I was quite attached to what I guess could be considered my blankey. It was small, and could only cover a little more than the width and length of my face. It was white thin cotton, and it always smelled like my linen closet, which is still one of my favorite smells. Little did I know, my mom had about four or five kikis (I called it Kiki). So, whenever I lost my Kiki, my mom would always have “found” it.

          I’m not sure how old I was, but one day, I lost my last liki. My mom would have no way of really finding it this time, and there were no more for her to use. I was on my way home from gymnastics, and was sitting in the back seat of my dad’s car. My mom was in the passenger seat, and my brother and friend Caitlin sitting next to me. It was during mid-spring and the windows were down. As we were going over the Braga Bridge, I had my Kiki held out the window a little bit, so I could watch it be pushed and pulled by the wind. I held on to it tight and let my arm fall back, being pushed by the direction of the wind. Suddenly, it was pulled from my hand. The Kiki certainly did not easily fall from my hands because I had been trying to hold in to it so tightly. As soon as it flew away, I bawled my eyes out. I screamed for my parents to stop the car so we could retrieve it, and when they exclaimed that they couldn’t, I watched from the window as it flew from the wind, and got pushed around by cars. I was heart broken and wanted nothing more than my Kiki back. On the way back my mom told me there was nothing we could do. So, as soon as we got home, I was the first out of the car and into the house. I jumped to each the cordless phone that was docked on the wall in the kitchen, and I called the police. My mom came in and asked who I was on the phone with, then at once took the phone to placate the police that there was no immediate danger. That was the end of my Kiki.

Comments

[Kayla Ferreira]

This story of your "Kiki" definitely made me laugh! Many children have blankets that they cannot live without but I did not. I remember my sister having a blanket that she had to sleep with every night. I must say that the way you lost "Kiki" was probably the worst way possible! You were just letting your blanket have some fresh air and all of a sudden the wind pulled and there was no more "Kiki"! :( I hope that you were okay afterwards. I'm sure Mona went and bought you a new blanket to sleep with at night! I hope that you can now sleep without a blanket! I still know people our age that have to sleep with their blankets from when they were a child. Their blanket is now old and has rips every where. By now, I'd throw it in the trash!

[Emily Holmes]

Natasha, I can relate to your post about your favorite childhood toy. I, too, had a thin, white cloth blanket that I brought with me everywhere and slept with every night. I didn’t have a name for it, but I remember that I had more than one, so if I lost one or one got dirty, my mom could replace it. That blanket was my favorite, along with my Simba stuffed animal. I’m too sure what happened to them, but they are probably stored away int he attic with some other old things of mine.

My little cousin, Autumn, who is 12, still has her favorite blanket from when she was younger. She calls it her “Munna”. She used to bring it with her everywhere, and she even had a “Munna” for her baby doll. It’s pretty worn out and tattered now but she won’t through it away.

I guess, every child has a favorite stuffed animal or blanket, and not necessarily a toy. I was having a little bit of trouble coming up with what my favorite toy was, but after reading your post, I remembered my blanket, and all of the memories it reminds me off. Even as you get older, there will always be that one thing that you never want to let go of because it brings back so many memories for you. I used to a purple sweatshirt that I got in 6th grade. I literally wore it everyday, weather it was summer or winter or fall. I was worn out and fraying and had holes int he cuffs but every time I wore it I would remember all of the fun memories from middle school and freshman year. However, my mom made me throw it out Sophomore year.