My Childhood Blank-kee

Most people have some intimacy they treasure since childhood. For some, it may be their first baseball mitt or first basketball. As for me, it is my Chinese traditional masking. It holds priceless memories of my (1)blissful childhood days when my only headache was how to avoid the vegetables my mother forced on me. It was my constant companion, my partner in criminal offense, and my source of comfort.I was born into a warm, financially stable family. As the youngest child, I was well-loved, so much so that my family (2)indulged me with everything I wanted. Thats why I had the best toys and gadgets among my childhood friends. Although I was showered with these luxurious things, there is one thing that I will never resultmy beloved blank-kee, my priceless self-command which I kept over the years.I used to call my pall a blank-kee, because I substructuret pronounce the ket in the word mantel. It was assumption by my godmother to my mother the day after my mother told her that she was pregnant with me. It is an authorized Chinese traditional blanket. Although others think it is (3)repugnant and in poor taste, it is classical in its own way.It is sewn together with different shades of red, embossed with a traditional Chinese Dragon. According to the lunar calendar, I was born in the year of the dragon, and the Chinese tradition states that red is a symbol of happiness. Thus, this blanket was bestowed upon me for luck, (4)prosperity, and happiness.Although it is a perfect gift for a person of Chinese decent, the blanket may seem ill-designed for others because it is an abomination to any design philosophies or principles I have encountered.Plus, I dont particularly like the polish red because I find it corny. However unsightly this blanket may seem, I still love it When I was a child, every eon I felt lonely, I used this blanket to feel much secure and at ease. It was like a magical blanket that gave me elated thoughts. That is why I have nurtured some sort of love-hate relationship with my blanket.My rum blanket is approximately 3 inches by 5 inches. It used to go over easily into it when I was a child. Now that I have well outgrown it, the blanket barely covers me. As it is made of silk c atomic reactorh, its smooth sensation gives me an unconditioned feeling whenever I rub it against my skin.The stains in it reflect its age and the moments that I have shared with it. Because of my clumsiness as a child, it was soiled by food spills and several accidents I had, leaving permanent stains. These stains, however, did not go for it any less comfy.As a child, my blank-kee was my constant companion. I was the youngest and my sister is 10 years older than me. The generational-gap between us made it a sec difficult to communicate with my sister and develop a good relationship with her. Nonetheless, my blanket never failed to provide me (5)relentless emotional support by better-looking me more comfort than its capacity to warm.I h ave been through a lot with this blanket. That is why it was my best-partner-in-crime. I remember the days when my mother force- ply me with veggies. Whenever my mother fed me with something that looks green or has an (6)uncanny smell (EWW), I spat it out when she was not looking and covered it underneath my blanket.I also have this vivid retrospect of my mother getting mad at me for my naughtiness. You see, I was a in reality chubby kid when I was young, so my mother wanted me to go on a diet. I had to cut down my sugar intake, just controlling my craving for sweets was proving more difficult than I thought.When I cant hold it any longer, I stole from our refrigerator a can of Coke and a Snicker chocolate bar that was a left over from one of our dinner parties. I have not yet drunk the whole can when the doorbell rang, which was an (7)indication that my mom is hold from a day of hell.Ihurriedly hid my can of Coke and the chocolate wrapper underneath the sofa out of (8)sheer pan ic, accidentally knocking over the can. With the adrenaline rush, a brilliant idea came to me and made me use my blanket to wipe finish off the Coke on the floor, leaving it flawless and sparkly clean. There was zip to be tack together in the crime scene.I thought that my partner in crime that saved me would remain to be my sole witness. Later that night, as everyone finished dinner and started approaching the family room to watch TV, my mother found the can and wrapper under the sofa It was really stupid of me to forget the most important thing to do after a crime(9)dispose of the evidenceSince no one is willing to admit the misdeed, I stood up and confessed. My mother already knew it was me. My mother even saw my wet blanket and she confiscated it from me. I was like a fish in an aquarium whose atomic number 8 was removed.