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.