Looking back into my innocent years I remember my childhood gaze as I looked up and watched my loving grandmother cut up the only comfort that I had in my naive existence. That vivid image of my favorite blanket being torn up to pieces stays permanently engraved in my memory to this day. Since the moment I came into this scary world, my baby blanket held on to me as I nuzzled in its security. …
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…big green eyes I could not understand why she snatched the blanket out of my little fingers. I stared in horror as my only prized possession was slowly being destroyed. As each piece of cloth fell to the ground, some of my innocence fell with it. What was left to my belonging was nothing more than a small square piece of fabric. That was the day that I realized that I was finally growing up.