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Creator: fiveonethree on 27 Oct 2010, 5 p.m.

My ‘blanket’ My ‘thing’ is my blanket and it means the world to me because it has been with me since the day I was born. It was really a pillow case that was made for me by my mother. My blanket used to travel everywhere with me, the only place I refused to take my blanket was school because I was scared everyone would laugh at it, but be sure that last thing at night and first thing in the morning my pillow was by my side. One morning I woke for school and my pillow was gone! I searched high and low but couldn’t find it but knew that I went to sleep with it. Time was ticking and I had to be at school so I grabbed by school bag and headed for the door – very upset, the only thing on my mind was where my pillow could be It was P.E. that day, a subject I loved to hate. As I was getting changed for P.E. I rummaged to the bottom of my bag to pull out my kit and out popped my pillow! It felt like it happened in slow motion because within seconds I had a crowd of girls around me asking me what on earth it was. I was so embarrassed I picked it up and ran out of the changing rooms. My lovely brothers had put my pillow in my bag as a practical joke.