Ryan
An object that’s important to me is
my pink—no wait—purple bowl. I’ve had it for ten years and took it with me on
my mission and now I have it here with me in college. I eat in it all the time.
But I like it because it can hold lots of food. It’s not too big and not too
small. It’s Ryan size. Except for when I eat oatmeal. I use a bigger bowl for
that. Before, though, I used to eat my oatmeal in this purple bowl when I ate
oatmeal with soy milk (but now I don’t do that because there’s too much
estrogen in soy milk) but I liked it because it has this lip and I would fill
it up to the top with milk and none would spill out. But, like I said, now I
don’t drink that. My favorite food to eat in it is probably brown rice and
vegetables just because it’s a comfort food. I’ve eaten it so much now that if
I go several days without eating it I miss it. But the bowl—the bowl I didn’t
get it from anywhere. I stole it from my brother’s birthday part. That was twelve years ago! It was holding candy
in it. I stole it from him and have loved it ever since.
Betsy
My blanket. I got it from the
hospital. I went to the hospital because I was getting reconstructive surgery
on my face. I had been working at a camp as the cook’s assistant, just spending
the week helping out and having fun. It was really fun. But me and the other
cook’s assistant, who was my cousin, went out wandering around one day and we went
bouldering. We were just climbing around and one of the rocks broke and fell on
my face. It was huge. It broke off my
cheekbone, shattered my eye socket, and broke the bone by my eyebrow. So I had
to get reconstructive surgery. The lady who brought the blanket was from
project Linus—that’s why sometimes I call it my Linus blanket. Project Linus is
this group, organization, type thing where they make blankets and bring them to
kids in the hospital. When the lady came in the two of us sat and talked for a
little while. She asked me why I was there and I told her a little bit of what
happened. And then she gave me the blanket. When she gave it to me, there was a
poem that was with it. It said…oh, gosh, what’d it say? I lost it, which makes
me sad, because I didn’t want to lose it, but it said something like “wrap this
around you and it’s like getting a hug.” That was five years ago.
Kelly
Uhm…An object that’s important to
me? Hum…let me think…probably my journal, just because it has all my memories
and thoughts and my history. I’m not an avid or dedicated journal keeper by any
means—I only wrote in it maybe 20-30 times my whole mission. It’s kinda one of
those things that’s last on my to-do list, but I do do it every once in a
while. It looks like…Uhm…It looks like—this! It’s just a brown leather with the
words…what are the words? Uhm…let’s see…I think just something like “Holiness
to the Lord”,” written on it, you know. I got it from my girlfriend’s brother
three-and-a-half years ago when I joined the church. At first, it was really
weird. Because people who aren’t LDS don’t really keep histories or anything
like that…It felt kinda like a girl writing everything down. When I first got
it, I didn’t know what to write. I would sit down and more of, you know, just
write the things I did. It was like when I started, it was more like I was
writing the big plates of Nephi and then slowly I got to writing more of the
small plates. You know, more personal, meaningful stuff.
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