Teddy bear
I slept with my old teddy bear last night, the one I slept with from ages 1 till I have no idea. I hadn't slept with him for years. He is very loved though. He used to be pink but now he's white.
I fell asleep quickly, amazing how that works. And I slept well.
I was thinking as I was falling asleep that he is why I sleep the way I do. He fit in my arms perfectly, like a puzzle piece, perfect angles and everything. I was comfortable. Because I slept with him like that all the time when I was little.
There is still even a secret object in him that as a kid I used to like to play with and helped me go to sleep. When I did that last night I instantly felt sleepy.
The psychology of it all is so cool. Proving to me that the way we react to things is pretty much fixed from the way we did things the first few years of life.
When I was like 3, I guess, I named him Teandae Dippidy
When I was 4, and in kintergarten, I gave him a middle name, after my kintergarten bus driver, mrs lippity. I still remember her smell. I don't really remember what mrs lippity looked like, but I remember her smell, funny how smell really is the strongest sense for memory. (and then a little bit after mrs Killbee became the busdriver. I was sad and/or maybe a little scared of her just because I didn't trust another bus driver. I remember Mrs V, my kintergarten teacher said "this is mrs killbee" as she put her hand on my head when she said it)
Teandae Lippity Dippidy. (The e at the end is even silent, haha. Tee-and-ah)
Haha what a weird kid I was. I still am =-)
I fell asleep quickly, amazing how that works. And I slept well.
I was thinking as I was falling asleep that he is why I sleep the way I do. He fit in my arms perfectly, like a puzzle piece, perfect angles and everything. I was comfortable. Because I slept with him like that all the time when I was little.
There is still even a secret object in him that as a kid I used to like to play with and helped me go to sleep. When I did that last night I instantly felt sleepy.
The psychology of it all is so cool. Proving to me that the way we react to things is pretty much fixed from the way we did things the first few years of life.
When I was like 3, I guess, I named him Teandae Dippidy
When I was 4, and in kintergarten, I gave him a middle name, after my kintergarten bus driver, mrs lippity. I still remember her smell. I don't really remember what mrs lippity looked like, but I remember her smell, funny how smell really is the strongest sense for memory. (and then a little bit after mrs Killbee became the busdriver. I was sad and/or maybe a little scared of her just because I didn't trust another bus driver. I remember Mrs V, my kintergarten teacher said "this is mrs killbee" as she put her hand on my head when she said it)
Teandae Lippity Dippidy. (The e at the end is even silent, haha. Tee-and-ah)
Haha what a weird kid I was. I still am =-)