Make It Your Own

1. If you had to pick a song to be the soundtrack to your life, what would it be and why?

2. What is your most cherished item and why do you treasure it?

3. If you could do the impossible, what one thing would you choose to do?

Prompt 2:

There are always those special items--the personal ones we couldn't live without because of a special attachment we've made with it. I may have phrased my question in a way that people would dig deeper and not just say "Oh my phone, I cherish that because I couldn't live without it." While, yes, for some and maybe even most of us, our technology would be  the thing we cherish most, that's not mine. 

I didn't have trouble deciding on what my answer for this would be. However, it certainly made me think about what all I take for granted that if put in jeopardy I would truly cherish. Electricity. Not just electronics and technology, though. Hot showers, cold water to drink, light when I'm stumbling through my unorganized room. I thought about how I always cherish that moment when I slowly slip into my warm, cushy bed after I've been away on a trip or at a camp. Then there's sweatpants when I just want to be lazy. I would treasure all these things if they were put in jeopardy, yes. But my true cherished item has yet to be named...My cherished item? 

Well, he's been there for me for as long as I can remember. When I come home crying over a failed test or a mean comment some person I won't even remember in 10 years made, he's there waiting for me. When I need someone to snuggle up to, he's there to be my cuddle buddy. He's there through all the roaring thunder that wakes me up in the middle of the night. He doesn't mind soaking up my tears or being crushed in my arms. He doesn't judge me or make fun of me. He always comes with me everywhere I go. Camps, trips, vacations, sleepovers, sometimes even school. Now I've had my fair share of scares where I've left him somewhere--on the couch at a friend's house, lying in a movie theater when I was 10, under a pillow in a hotel room. But no matter what, I've always found my way back to him and he still remains there for me. He's even here right now as I type this, resting under my arm. 

He's my one and only Smoky. No, he's not a dog or cat or guinea pig. He's a black bear. A stuffed black bear. Stuffed animals are for kids, you might be thinking. But for someone who doesn't have a brother or sister or pets, he's my everything. Through the countless memories, he's in just about every one of them since I can remember. I haven't had him forever, but it sure seems like it. In Gatlinburg, Tennessee when I was eight I saw him and immediately fell in love. He's never left my side since and not a single person who knows me now knows me without Smoky. He truly is my cherished item and will continue to be through the countless memories I'm bound to make in the future.