I'm joining in this month with Sian's Storytelling Sunday, sharing another one of my precious things and a little story behind it. This is Freddy...
During the summer that I was about 8 years old I participated in an Arts & Crafts group held at our town hall. This was both an exciting and scary thing for me. I guess I've always been a crafter at heart so I couldn't wait to go be creative and make things, but at the same time I was (and still am) terribly shy so the idea of going to a strange place with people I didn't know was definitely frightening to me. However, the lure of crafting won out and I went. I don't actually remember much about the whole experience except for the day we were to bring a sock from home so we could make sock dolls. This had to have been my first attempt at sewing - the proof is in all those crooked, crossed, multi-coloured stitches! I made this little doll, named him Freddy and loved him because he had come from my own two hands. Born of an old sock!
Fast forward a few months to the school year. Jen and I shared a bedroom - it was a mess and really needed to be tidied up. As we were getting ready for school one morning our mother told us that if we didn't clean our room when we got home that day she was going to gather up everything that was lying around and throw it away. As sometimes happens between parents and children, parents make idle threats without realizing how it will affect their children, and children in their innocence take those threats to heart and take them very seriously. I feared that my mother might start throwing things away while we were at school so I grabbed Freddy, put him in my schoolbag and brought him along with me to school. I remember going to my locker at recess, taking him out of my bag and saying to him, "Don't worry, Freddy, you're safe here." It's funny to look back at the situation now but it wasn't funny to me at the time.
I have no recollection of whether we cleaned our room or not and I seriously doubt that my mother would have thrown away any of our belongings. But as an 8-year old girl, with the prospect of losing some of my possessions, Freddy was the one thing that was precious to me and was the only thing I "saved".
There are lots of great stories about more precious things linked up on Sian's blog. Go and have a read - you won't be disappointed!
Until next time...