My blanket and me . . .

Completely random thought. I had a blanket and a stuffed bear I was very attached to as a kid. Not like a security blanket, like I couldn't be parted from them. But it occurs to me, thinking abut it twenty-five years later, that they were there to protect me from the monsters at night. I wonder if that's normal. Did any of you have a blanket or a toy that was a protector?