Lost pacifier

When I was a baby, I loved my pacifier.

I loved it *so* much that, when they thought the time was right, my parents weren't able to convince me to stop using it. So I held on to it, even after reaching the age children no longer need it.

One day, my dear pacifier vanished. I cried and cried and cried, but no one could find it and my parents refused to buy me another.

Eventually, I accepted the situation and moved on. But I never forgot that pacifier, a strong, bright blue mouth-shield and handle with a vivid orange teat.