I didn't have a security toy, but often fell asleep with a book in my hand. If it wasn't a classic novel or a Nancy Drew book, it was often, The Best Loved Poems of the American People, a hardback collection of poetry that I still own.
My youngest brother had a security blanket, plus an imaginary friend he called, "Miney Mo," (as in Eeenie Meenie, I suppose). His youngest daughter had a "Lovie" doll she could go nowhere without.
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