An item that I was incredibly attached to as a youth was the novel Gone With the Wind. My god I was obsessed with that book. It was given to me by my cousin Cleo when I was almost 11 years old after begging her for months to read it. I literally hauled this book everywhere. To school. To my cousins house when I spent the night. To my mom’s job when I went to work with her during school breaks. To the park. Every damn where. Sadly, I lost this copy when my family’s apartment caught on fire and we lost everything. But over the years, I’ve purchased several more copies and currently own two copies. Only because I thought it was lost during a move so I got another one. I was going to throw away the more battered copy but I just couldn’t do it. Me and these damn books.

PS: I’m still known as the Gone With the Wind girl by my grade school friends😸😸😸😸