DESTINEE FREEDOM

Chapter of memoir

My first friends name was Leo. I can sort of remember what he looks like, but sometimes I get confused if he had red or black hair. He wasn’t real. My second friend was named Sarah, she was older than me and I too, sometimes get confused about her hair color. She wasn’t real either. My first best friends name is A. She was born to our parents when I was 15 months old. I slept beside her crib a lot after our parents put us to bed. I never liked sleeping alone, I have nightmares. My mom would come check on us in the middle of the night and sometimes take me back to my own bed. I have small memory of her telling me I shouldn’t sleep on the floor. Currently though, on this date, my mattress lies on the floor without a frame. I’m too good at listening to rules, so I let our first family dog, Oko sleep beside her crib. When she was older and got a bed, I’d sometimes sleep on the floor beside that. A loved stuffies, hundreds off stuffed animals, most (if not all) with names. I had a few, I had a bumble bee I once threw out of the car window while my mom was driving, she pulled over and went and got it for me. I think I might still have it, I can’t remember. I also had Button Nose, a tiny small teddy bear who once got his nose ripped off my one of my cousins. Someone sewed it back on for me. I had Moose, a creative name for a small stuffed moose that my uncle ky, who now watches over me. I also had Red, a red teddy bear that was well made and wears a scarf. When I bought my first home in Southern, AB, I had so much joy from my friends little girl who was really drawn to Red; she carried her around all day during a visit and it bought me so much love to my heart. One night, our mother had no patience for mine and A's shenanigans, but she must have heard us giggling or something, because she came into Adoncias room to check on us. We heard her coming from upstairs, and I jumped into the strategically piled stuffies, and I hid as I watched my mom come in and do a double take. She went back upstairs, or maybe into my room where I would hide pillows in my bed in hopes of tricking her that I was in my own bed. Me and A found so much laughter and power in that moment. I still sleep better with someone else in bed with me.