My Doll

My favorite comfort item is a doll my aunt gave me. I named her Didi; I don't really know why, but that's been her name for just about as long as I can remember. 

She's been my friend for more than ten years, and I honestly have no idea what I would do without her. 

When I was younger, I loved to dress her up, play with her, and just have fun with her.

Whenever we went on vacation, I would bring her along. I remember this one time: I forgot to bring her to a camping trip, and during the car ride, all I could think about was that she might get hurt. 

Even though we have grown apart since, I still say goodnight to her nearly every evening before going to sleep—however childish it may seem. 

Sometimes I wonder if I've outgrown the age of having dolls and stuffed animals, but I usually end up deciding that I haven't because I don't know if it would be possible for me to just give them all up.

Especially Didi.