Once upon a time there lived a girl by the name of Crystal. Crystal was a very independent, assertive and outgoing little girl. Crystal wasn’t afraid of anything, and the reason for that was her cozy pink blankie, that she carried around with her everywhere she went.
Crystal would go to the beach and holding her blankie she would stand on the benches and tell the story of “The Three bears, acting out every part. Everyone loved the stories and would clap and ask for more.
Her mother told her, “No Crystal, leave your blanket at home.”
Crystal didn’t listen.
Her brothers said, “Only babies carry blankies’”
Crystal didn’t listen to them either.
Then her Aunt came to visit and saw Crystal’s pink blanket that had seen much better days.
She took her blanket while she was sleeping and put it in the trash!
Oh no, Crystal was horrified. What would she do without her blankie?
Her Aunt crocheted her a pink doll that sort of looked like a blanket. Crystal cried, and then she dried her tears with the crocheted doll. . Crystal didn’t want it and just tossed it in the corner. The doll was no blankie.
Crystal went to the beach. At first she was afraid, but then she stood on the benches and told her stories to her eager audience. She discovered she didn’t need the blankie or the doll after all. Crystal was still Crystal.
Ok, I know this is a goofy little story, but it is a true one nonetheless. I admit it I used to be a Linus. This is a photo of the actual crocheted doll my Aunty made. It is in a frame now, and serves to remind me that all I need is my own desire to do something and I can. And nope, I never played with it!
|Blankie substitute, I don't think so!|
Have a great day! J