For as long as I can remember I have been attached to a stuffed animal that’s about the size of my hand. I have two names for them but because both are not only very personal but extremely embarrassing I’m gonna use the name Blake. I’ve asked my mom multiple times who gave Blake to me and how old I was when I got Blake but she doesn't remember so I choose to believe I got Blake as soon as I entered this world. When I got older I thought I had gotten over my stuffed animal phase. I figured I didn't really care for them because I had no problem falling asleep without them when I was at a friend's house or on vacation and stayed in a hotel. Yes, I still fell asleep practically every night of my entire life with Blake on my bed but I truly believed I only did that because I wanted to, not because I needed to. But just a couple weeks ago when my five year old sister decided to hide Blake from me and act like she didnt I quite literally flipped my entire room upside down searching for Blake and sobbed on my bed. That must have been truly traumatizing for me because there hasn't been a single night since that I haven't gone to sleep without Blake trapped in my hand. So now I’m a 17 year old college student with attachment issues to a beanie baby.
– Jo Fountain