The Notebook Challenge

When I was 8 years old, my aunt gave me a pink,stuffed puppy that I promptly named Pinky. She was my right hand. I took her everywhere. I forgot her in a hotel room once, we had to turn around after an hour on the road to go save her. We even had matching nightgowns. She was my best friend because everynight she kept me safe and fought off the baddies. In my mind she was fearless, brave and my protector. I slept with her till I was 24. She may have just been cloth and thread, but she was my superhero. I saw this picture and it made me cry, thinking about Pinky, my stuffed savior.