Everyone has their own favorite things: -these are mine-



My history of daisies James My pants Snuggle My blanket As Good As It Gets Surfing

I've always liked the way daisies look. They're the kind of thing one would think of when they would draw a flower, yet what truly brought daisies to my attention was the movie "You've Got Mail." When Meg Ryan says how daisies are the friendliest flower, I looked at the daisies on my window sill and thought that they truly were. Then I realized how often I saw daisies in my life. I even walked around picking random daisies off the side of the road. Soon after, I let everyone I know about my love for daisies, which was a great idea because now whenever someone gets me flowers, they get me daisies. That way I always have a bunch of them flowering in my room and around the house.

About three Christmases ago, my mother bought me a pajama set. It was a triple XL and I'm a small framed person, so I basically swam in the them. Those pants are one of my most precious items. I wear them all the time and even though it sounds a bit gross, I don't wash them very often, so they drape around me perfectly. I love the way they hang off of me and how their plaid design makes me look completely ridiculous with any shirt I wear with them. I don't know what it is about them, bit I love them. you know you have those, pants, or jeans, or shoes, sweatshirts in your closet you've had since forever because they are so comfortable. Well, that's me and my pnats. I do my best literary work in my pants and I do the best time-wasting in my pants. I love them and if my some horror they were completely destroyed and could not be salvaged, I would probably sit somewhere and mourn of the loss of my beloved pants.

I truly don't remember getting my Snuggle, but I always remember that he was there. As old as the age of six, I used to have him with me everywhere that I went. However, it wasn't until I was much I was about twelve that I realized what the bear symbolized.

I was depressed that year, why cannot remember; probably because I was in the seventh grade and was beginning to feel that my life was empty, meaningless, and that no one would care if I had died the very next day. I remember coming home from school crying, as I did many times that year. I was crying so hard that I couldn't stop and began sobbing uncontrollably. The only thing that helped soothe my sobbing was holding that bear and praying to myself.

I did this same routine for many days during that year and I feel that to this day that was the only thing that kept me from sliting my wrists or other such atrocities. Why only the teddy bear I'd had since the age of three? I don't really know nor do I want to know the reason. All I do know is that when it comes to comfort you really need to go with whatever works best.