It was a Tuesday, after my first day of 1st Grade.
I opened the door to my home and saw my parents fighting.
My mom told me to go to my room.
I listened in fear of getting hurt.
I would sit down on the floor and unzip my backpack, taking out my blanket.
I hugged it close to me, I knew it would always make me feel better.
I turned the TV on and laid on my stomach clicking through channels.
I can't remember the name of the channel, but Sailor Moon was on.
The transformation scenes were playing and I was hooked.
I felt like watching this powerful show would take me away to another world, and it did.
I would sit there for so long watching Sailor Moon with my blanket being happy, drowning out the yelling.
As I grew up I would have drawings of Sailor Moon pinned on a corkboard in my room.
As for my blanket, I still sleep with it.
I still keep it near.
I still hug it when I'm sad.
I still sit in front of a screen watching Sailor Moon with it.