Things Never Forgotten

             Things Never Forgotten
             Growing up, I always had a few things that were crucial to my everyday success. Items that without, I would be unable to function with and live each day. As a baby, I always carried my blanket, but 16 years later, I have grown out of the phase and started a new journey. My blanket has been replaced by concrete items such as my necklace, and more abstract items like a good song. Along with the good things, I carry other heavy burdens, memories of anger, hate, and sadness. These things that I need in order to survive my everyday life, although might seem trivial, are what gets me out of bed each and everyday.
             Growing up, I always wore a necklace of some sort, be it gold, silver, plastic, or wood, I did not care. Without a necklace, I feel empty, lost, and naked. In its own weird way, it keeps my head on its shoulders. This is something that my brother knows all too well, and he uses it against me to the fullest extent. When we wrestle, the first place he always grabs for is my neck of course. Not to choke me, but just to pull on that necklace, because he knows it is the one thing that really gets to me. One day we were wrestling and I was wearing my silver necklace, I had him in a hold, and his response was to grab my necklace and rip it off my neck. Needless to say I was furious, and my necklace was broken right at the clasp. The only way to fix it was to take it to the store, and the idea of not having my necklace for days agonized me. The comical ending to this story however is the polishing machine decided to "eat" my necklace, and the jewelry store had to replace it.
             Not all of the things I carry are concrete items; one thing I always take with me is a good melody. Whether it is in a cassette player, CD player, or a tune stuck in my head, I always have a good song there when I'm bored. When I'm feeling down, I always put on that favorite CD, or just turn on t...

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