Childhood Blankies, Stuffed Animals and Imaginary Friends
Admit it! You caressed a blankie at night and took it eeeverywhere you went as a kid. You clutched tightly to a teddy bear and buckled it in the car when you went on a long road trips. Maybe you even packed one of the above when you embarked for college? And perhaps you still...ahem..."hang out" with your inanimate friend today...in your 20's...ahem. What was YOUR special childhood friend, whether made of cloth or imaginary? Names, pictures, stories, details, embarrassing tales, please!
Alicia and Ernie, then
Ernie (from Sesame Street!) came into my life on Christmas Eve, less than two months after I was born. We have been inseparable ever since. Well, except for the time a lamb took him in its mouth at the petting zoo! And that other time I decided that “Ernie wants to stay at this hotel.” (Luckily my parents knew I was just being nutso).
He’s been thrown up on, lost, through the washing machine, dropped in the tub and has undergone about 37 major “surgeries” to date, courtesy of my mom and her “Ernie repair kit.”
No imaginary friends, just a strange crush
As a child, I had a lot of weird crushes. Like the one I had on The Professor from Gilligan’s Island. Was it the crisp white shirt and rolled up sleeves? The “can-do” attitude? The feathered coiff? Who knows!!
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mswen 10/21/2008
Sniffed Night Night So Much, I Made a Hole
Night Night was its name… and it was a yellow blanket with crayons on it… Screw the crayons, I smelled the corner on that sucker constantly… when I would smell my favorite corner, I would stick my tongue out slightly, and press it against the roof of my mouth against my top teeth… my dad would tease me, and say, “If you don’t stop that tongue thing, all the boys will be grossed out when you answer the door for your dates!”
Anyway, one time, at daycare, Night Night went missing. I was traumatized and looked for it, and gave up. One day, I was digging through the toy box, dig, dig, dig, dig… and who do I see poking out on the bottom of the box? Night Night! I pulled it to safety and sniffed the shit out of that corner to make up for lost time. I didn’t even care that someone had obviously done it on purpose… why is it that now-adays, we would try to figure out who it was that hid our Night Nights and then scold them?
"Jesus"
My favorite imaginary friend. The footprints were from when he carried me.
"Pickle"
I had a teddy bear named Pickle when I was kid and I loved this bear SO much. One year we went to Lake Tahoe on vacation and I left Pickle in the hotel room and when we got back later that day he was gone!!! Someone had kidnapped him! Needless to say, I was TOTALLY traumatized. And the case is still unsolved…
Alicia and Ernie, now
Oh, what’s this? Um, er, ahem. I guess nothing has changed. The little guy and I still like to get our nap time on, except not usually during MY birthday parties these days like I’m doing at left (no really, I decided to nap DURING my party…I was tuckered out!).
Dirty Wow Wow
The title may sound…wrong, but this book is a “tribute to the threadbare companions of childhood.” (Dirty Wow Wow was a nickname for one of them). Right before it was published, the press site had a contest based on photo submissions of these companions. I submitted little Ernster up there, but he didn’t “win.” Whatevs.
My "bankie"
I didnt know that I had TWO “bankie’s” translation BLANKIE, until many years ago when my Mom told me she had a backup just in case I forgot it, she could swap in the backup “bankie” and I wouldn’t know the difference.
'PA Pil'
That is short for PA Pillow. My grandfather (PA) gave me a pillow when I was about 2 and I gave it that name. PA Pil is no longer with us, but I had that pillow-turned rag until I was in high school. Then I realized that her time had come and I had to throw her away. Oh, that was a sad sad day! I stuck that thing up my nose, in my mouth, and drug it on the floor.
R.I.P PA Pill!!
"Stinky"
I had a blanket dubbed “Stinky” by my brothers because I would never let my Mom wash it.
They used to hide it from me and I would run around the house going, “Where’s my Stinky?!”
Oh God, I think I just said too much
My Imaginary Friend
even today
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