I have particular emotional attachment to my child stuffed animal. It no longer serves a functional purpose, and to be honest, I don't know if it ever did serve a true functional purpose.  As a child, I never had a baby blanket that I was attached to, nor did I have an obsession with my pacifier. However, I loved my stuffed animal rabbit named "Floppy." Floppy went with me everywhere.  She was my friend, my student when I played school, my child when I played house and my comfort when I went to bed at night. When I was probably eight years old, I left Floppy at a hotel in St. George and lost her. I was devastated as a child. So, for Christmas my parents gave me a replacement bunny which I called Felix. Felix didn't replace Floppy entirely, but I loved Felix all the same. As childish as it may seem, I love holding onto Felix when I sleep because it brings me comfort. To this day, Felix holds a place in my heart and I have a strong emotional attachment to my stuffed rabbit. I think it holds such a close place in my heart because it represents my childhood, the first feeling of loss I ever experienced and it makes me feel young.