I am almost nineteen, a college freshman and a male. and I am proud to say that I still sleep with my baby blanket. It is kind of weird to say I still have it, but it is my little piece of heaven. I love my blanky even though it is ragged and torn, but it doesn't matter. It makes me happy and it smells good, not to other people but that is beside the point. It is mine and I love it. and I will probably have it for life.