The best thing that’s ever been mine is my blanket and Mickey. Recently I have discovered a dependence upon my blankets. I can’t go anywhere without them, or at least that is what I think. And it’s not just one blanket, its two or three. I have one at school that I have to bring home with me, even though I have the same exact one at home. Ms. Sassy is bound to break me of the habit as she feels it’s unnecessary. We’ll see who wins this battle. And really, who cares if I have a blanket! When someone attempts to take my blanket I begin to scream “MY BLANKET!”
The other things that I have grown fond of is my Mickey Mouse, Goofy and Big Bird. It started with Mickey Mouse which was a gift from one of mommy’s many business trips. She told me she was going to visit Mickey and I thought it was a little crazy but whatever. But boy she wasn’t kidding! When I walked downstairs one morning there sitting on the chair waiting for me was a big Mickey. I immediately clung to him like we were long lost pals that had been separated at some point in time. I proceeded to tell anyone who would listen “my Mickey!” I also love Goofy which was a present from my Grandma and Grandpa Kappenman, and Big Bird which came from one of mommy’s co-workers, Madelyn. At night all of the creatures and comforts must be in bed with me, proving to leave me little room, but that’s okay, because I have all my stuff and it’s the best stuff that’s ever been mine!
I would like to say that this whole “MY” thing ends at the gang mentioned above, but I would be forgetting that pretty much anything that is mine is “MINE”. This brings back a funny memory of North Carolina and my sand bucket. When we were hanging out on the beach with my red sand bucket and it was time to start packing up for the afternoon, Stephanie moved her chair and a huge ghost crab was revealed. It was the largest ghost crab any of else had seen, so the daddy’s decided that they should trap it using the closest sand bucket available – MINE! Upon getting the crab in the bucket I had a huge meltdown screaming “MY BUCKET” over and over and crying because the crab was in my bucket. Later that night when we went ghost crab hunting, I brought along my red bucket. It’s unclear if I was afraid of the crabs that were put into my bucket or the fact that it was my bucket being used as their temporary abode. Needless to say, I was relieved to let them go but frantic to not be on the ground when the came scouring out heading towards the ocean.
The other things that I have grown fond of is my Mickey Mouse, Goofy and Big Bird. It started with Mickey Mouse which was a gift from one of mommy’s many business trips. She told me she was going to visit Mickey and I thought it was a little crazy but whatever. But boy she wasn’t kidding! When I walked downstairs one morning there sitting on the chair waiting for me was a big Mickey. I immediately clung to him like we were long lost pals that had been separated at some point in time. I proceeded to tell anyone who would listen “my Mickey!” I also love Goofy which was a present from my Grandma and Grandpa Kappenman, and Big Bird which came from one of mommy’s co-workers, Madelyn. At night all of the creatures and comforts must be in bed with me, proving to leave me little room, but that’s okay, because I have all my stuff and it’s the best stuff that’s ever been mine! 
I would like to say that this whole “MY” thing ends at the gang mentioned above, but I would be forgetting that pretty much anything that is mine is “MINE”. This brings back a funny memory of North Carolina and my sand bucket. When we were hanging out on the beach with my red sand bucket and it was time to start packing up for the afternoon, Stephanie moved her chair and a huge ghost crab was revealed. It was the largest ghost crab any of else had seen, so the daddy’s decided that they should trap it using the closest sand bucket available – MINE! Upon getting the crab in the bucket I had a huge meltdown screaming “MY BUCKET” over and over and crying because the crab was in my bucket. Later that night when we went ghost crab hunting, I brought along my red bucket. It’s unclear if I was afraid of the crabs that were put into my bucket or the fact that it was my bucket being used as their temporary abode. Needless to say, I was relieved to let them go but frantic to not be on the ground when the came scouring out heading towards the ocean. 
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