Words From the Heart (Final Draft)

Words From the Heart

              
                 When I was a baby I used to have a blanket, famous because I took it everywhere and stuck in my mouth.  "Yuck it's what we used to describe your blanket." said my mom, along with a short laugh.  The sound of the word lit a spark in my memories, memories that must have been forgotten of when I was a baby.  It started to get a reputation from the start, because of it didn't smell good.  They said that it smelt like a babies breath, which is self-explanatory of why.  From the first day; I sucked on it and would carry it wherever I went.  "It was your security blanket."  Even though most was a blur, I still remembered some things in particular.  Like going to school with it, and walking around the tiny campus with my backpack and holding on to my yuck.
                  Life was very good, good because I didn't start school yet and because I was only about 6 years old.  But, it all changed when I started school again.  The day I started was hectic because my mom had to get two kids ready.  Luckily I was only starting kindergarten so all I needed was a bag to hold a pencil and my yuck.  We had arrived at school which was only like a block away from our house, my mom took me to my class, while my dad took my brother to his.  I waited in a big room with my mom and about ten other kids, all who were in pre-k or kindergarten too.  Even though I was probably scared to death I knew I was safe because I had my yuck.  When I went to my class and said goodbye to my mom, the first thing I did was go straight to my blanket/yuck.  It was probably the only thing that helped me get through that day.
                  Pre-k and kindergarten were probably the only times that I remember having the yuck with me.  After those years I switched schools and gave up the only keepsake I had of my baby years.  Although the word yuck was never used after that, I still kinda miss it.  Not because I liked putting it in my mouth, but because it meant something to my family and to me.
                  For as long as I'm alive I'm going to probably remember "yuck" as a good and bad.  Good that it was part of my childhood and it's memories.  Bad because now when I see something gross, yuck will probably be one of the first words that pop into my mind, along with those soon to fade images of the YUCK.

                  
  

                  

                   

Words From the Heart (rough draft)

Words From the Heart

                  "Is there a certain word that is used by a family member or by our family?"  It was a question that I had asked my parents.  They both had some crazy words from my childhood and from theirs, but one word in particular stuck with me, "yuck".  This simple word was a what my parents used, to refer to my blanket.  "Yuck" was used throughout my baby years and stopped during kindergarten years.  

                  The word "yuck" is a real word, its definition meaning disgust.  My parents called my blanket yuck, just like the blanket had a name.  "Everyone used to say this word before."  To me when they say everyone, all I picture is them saying it; because I doubt that a friend of my parents would be calling my blanket disgusting.   They said that it was my security blanket, and that I would take it everywhere I went.  The reason that my blanket was called yuck was because of how it smelt, according to my parents.  But, seriously if something smells bad I don't know why my parents wouldn't just wash it more often.  

                  In my family we have nicknames for a variety of things.  From something being junk, to someone being annoying.  My brother had a blanket too, but his supposedly was not as bad as mine.  His blanket was called a "mish" which is a completely made up word, and as of right now my parents don't know how they came up with it.  The only ties that I had with the word was that it was my blanket.

                  Until the day before I hadn't known what my blanket was referred to, except by blanket.  I think that I had only found out yesterday because that was the only other day besides baby days that the word ever popped up.  Seeing that it had stopped sometime during kindergarten it seems pretty easy to see how the word would just die off.  But, I think the word stopped being used not only because of the fact that I had stopped using the blanket. Also because I started growing up and getting older.  Im pretty sure that the word could make a comeback if something is gross again, but the odds are slim because we are all older now.

                  For as long as Im alive I'm going to probably remember "yuck" as a good and bad.  Good that it was part of my childhood and it's memories.  Bad because now when I see something gross, yuck will probably be one of the first words that pop into my mind, along with those imagined images of the YUCK.