**Mine is My Teddy Bear from Birth and My Jesus Statue from When I was just Out of School. xxoo
my horse teddy its not a teddy bear its a horse teddy that my moms dad my pappy bought me when i was a little girl about ten i still have it it sit on my bed all the rime everyday every night from i was young am 34 now still have it because my moms dad my pappy died years ago nd i keep that teddy horse i also called it horsey when i was young lol but it reminds me of him i was very clise to my pappy it was him that gave me the nick name chevy from i was young aswel thats what everyone calls me mostly instead of my real name
Paris13, because as much as I hate to smile, she makes it happen.
OK, so now on a serious note. My most prized possession in my Gibson.
I played this song for a friend, but she was too stupid to realize that the song is about a guitar. What does it mean? lol
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u Is that a Steiff bear?
I have some of my great-grandfather's tools. He was a machinist employed by General Electric, in the Boston area, in the late 1800's and early 1900's.
My Yorkie used to be my prized possession before he was taken from me, though I treated him like a person. Gave him yummies and let him up front with me when I was driving. He used to put his paws on the steering wheel and then stick his head out the crack in the window and stick out his tongue and look at all the scenery, including the pretty girlies. He had his eye on this female yorkie up the street.
Now that I just have my laptop and a few clothes left, my laptop is probably my prized possession now. I have all my novels saved on it, and a backup flash drive.
(Yeah, I don't have a lot of stuff, lol).
I have a few CDs from way back. Listening to them is such a huge hit of nostalgia. Knowing where the scratches are on the disk. Remembering where I was the first times I threw them in the stereo.
The two specifically are
"Inhuman Rampage" by Dragonforce. That one was my gateway away from the oldies that my dad always listened to and sent me on my own path of musical discovery.
The other was "RUSH Greatest Hits, 1974-1987" by Rush. That CD was kind of marji g the end of an era for me. I had already heard all the old classic songs from the 60s 70s and 80s. After that I was stepping into uncharted musical territory.
I don’t know… I have lots of things.
I remember back when there was fire, I was in a long distance relationship and the only thing I took with me was my then boyfriend’s shirt. I just couldn’t fathom thinking that I would have nothing of him left if it got burned.
Thankfully it was false alarm.
Now, though I have lots of people I love and they have given lots of things.
I love my family a lot. I think whatever my family gave me.
My stuffed plush giraffe. He's a year older than I am, actually. My birthing units bought him when they started trying.
He comes with me everywhere, even traveling.
I don't always sleep with him, but he does sit on my headboard with my plushie of my late childhood dog.
I have a silver necklace made way back when I was a kid living in my birth country. my relatives from the US came back, they brought a silver coins (maybe the silver dollars or quarters) melted and made two silver necklaces for me and my older sister. We still have those necklaces in the safe box.
The oldest item I have is a tiny ring with my birthstone that was made for me by my mother's friend when I was born.
My most sentimental item is something from college.
My most prized possessions are items made by my children (handprints, beaded jewelry they made for me, ceramics, etc.) and photos.
I have many prized posessions since I like collecting things:
- Chip 'n Dale stuffed toy from when I went to Disneyland in 1994
- Grandfather's (Pa) cufflinks and tie bar from 1920s
- Dad's gold signet ring from 1950s
- Mint condition 1940s overcoat and fedora
- Victorian era pocket watch
I no longer have it, but it would probably be some books I bought from Publisher's Clearing House when I was about 14: A coffee-table book of Pinups, now quite collectible, the National Lampoon High School Yearbook parody, and issues of Mad Magazine. Maybe my mother's book club edition of "The Complete Short Stories of Mark Twain." Sunday school was no match for Mark Twain and Isaac Asimov. I was done with church at about 11.
My dad, only I have the rights to bear hug him. After my birth, he has been mine only. I remember shooting my mom glares when dad would kiss her forehead after he came from work.
Lol jk!
It is my keyboard I guess. It's been around six years since I had it. I am sure I must have something
like that but I don't remember any for now.
I had a bunch of stuff in my mother's attic. I had old scince fair projects, school books, pictures from college, a toboggan I save up for a whole winter to buy, a good set of snow tires, ald all kinds of stuff. My mother threw it all out. Actually she paid somebody to clean out her attic.
I have a little boy angel with wings Christmas ornament that my grandmother gave me just before she died. It is made of glass. My grandfather gave it to her when they lost their first baby boy. It has to be at least 90 years old if not older. I put it on our tree every year.
My cybertron transformer toy
He turned into a tank, a jet, a boat and the planet Cybertron he had cannons and guns and he lit up and he was just awesome and the only one I was able to hide away from my asshole brother who broke all my other toys but I hid him too good and couldn’t find it the day before we moved I’m still devastated about that
I have my great grandfather's folded flag.
He helped a lot of Germans find their final reward in a P47.
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A quilt that each one of my grandmothers added to since the 1800's. I often display it on a swing out rack in my living room when people come over. Other than that it goes into a vacuum sealed bag in my closet.
I don’t have anything of value that’s more than 6 years old.
7 years ago, my home caught fire and burnt to the ground.
Ever since then never really had anything I consider to be prized possession.
I also had a favorite teddy bear my dad gave me. His name was just 'Teddy' and I slept with him and took him everywhere with me. I still have him tucked away in a chest I have in my bedroom. 🙂
Probably the blanket I was wrapped in when I was born. I used to sleep with it as a child. My mother cut it in half one day (I can't remember why) and I lost the other half. The half with me is wrapped in a box with other childhood memories ❤️
A coconut. When I was 17 my friend and I took a long trip down to the Florida Keys. Long story but I knocked loose a coconut from a tree in Key Largo at “JOHN PENNEKAMP CORAL REEF STATE PARK“. It was a trip I would never let my kids take but is special to me. Diving, drugs, alcohol, strippers, wild parties… we lived life very fast.
We worked on a construction crew building a strip mall to earn money just to come home. Seriously wild times and not the only ones I had in my youth. I don’t regret it but I wouldn’t offer those times to my children. I am lucky to have survived and thrived in life. The coconut sits on the bar in my home here, even though I don’t do diving, drugs, alcohol, strippers or wild parties anymore.
My mother threw everything I grew up with in the trash. I blocked her phone number but she keeps finding ways to tell me she is throwing things out as she finds things around the house.
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