Linus and his blanket

I got a new beach towel for Christmas. I’ve had the one I’m currently using since I was about ten years old. For those you might need some help with the maths – that’s a loooong time!! It is a black and white striped one, a response to be a nominal Collingwood supporter as a child (Collingwood being a football team in the local code here in Melbourne). Despite having got the new towel for Christmas, I only just used it on the weekend. The old one is now very thin and very frayed around the edges with a few holes in spots. I washed it last week and my washing was full of black and white threads – worse than washing with a tissue in the load. I decided it was telling me something. Despite there being so little left of the towel, it holds so much in terms of memories – summers at the beach and at the pool. It’s gone to many parts of the country with me. I guess that’s why I was so reluctant to stop using it, but the time has come. I won’t toss it just yet. It’ll stay in my cupboard for a while before I decide it’s time to cut loose completely.
I don’t anticipate I’ll have the same sort of relationship with my new beach towel – I think those sort of relationships are only developed in one’s youth.
Hopefully this Linus can do without his blanket.