I have a stuffed rabbit that has been in my possession since the day I was born. My mother would take me places and I was never satisfied fully unless I had this stuffed rabbit. The attachment to this rabbit began very early on, as you can tell, and the attachment still exists today. I feel as though if I were told to get rid of it, I may become depressed for some time. This rabbit sits on my bed and rests in my arms every night. When I am not holding it, the rabbit sits with the three pillows on my bed. This is an object that holds many memories and comforting qualities. I think because of the previously stated characteristics, I am unable to let go of my stuffed rabbit.