Early memories

One of my earliest memories reverts back to when I was about three. My mom gave me my older brothers stuffed duck named Ducky ( i know the name is stupid, i didn't name him) Even though my brother was only about 4, he hated the stuffed animal and didn't care about, so it became mine. Once I was given Ducky, he rarely ever left my side. I dragged him (sometimes literally) everywhere and snuggled with him when I went to sleep. I even have a distinct memory of m sitting on the couch, watching my mom patiently trying to sew Ducky's mangled arms back on after so much wear. Ducky is pretty bizarre looking I might add; his body is covered with colorful jelly beans and he has a lace bib around his neck. Even though he was a weird stuffed animal to own, I absolutely loved him and played with him all the time.

Now, looking back at Ducky sitting on my shelf is pretty hilarious; i see how strange and worn he truly is. I'm happy though that I had such an awesome security blanket growing up.

-I probably have a million pictures of me and ducky, i will add them here ASAP. :)