Comfort

Every person has an item from their childhood which they can't get rid of. Be it a teddy bear, a blanket, mine is a colouring book. Everyone will recognize straight away that this a jumbo colouring book that every child at some point owned in any part of their childhood. This was given to me as a child from my Nana Dot before she passed away. It was stored in the cupboard under the stairs with all the other old school toys me and my brother used to play with. 2 years ago I once again recieved this book from my cousin Jo who now lives in my Nana's house. There are pages with random splodges of colour from my attempts as a baby to colour. This is a book that is probably as old as I am, but the sheer thought of getting rid of this book horrifies me. Every time I go through my box of sentimental things this will always show and a sense of comfort just overwhelms me. At times when I'm in the worst mood possible I'll grab my colouring book and laugh at my attempts as a child to colour. There are the very rare occasions where I'll dig out some colouring pencils and colour in the odd page.