I have a belt skyhook that my dad made from a piece of ebony. It amazed me as a kid and still amazes me today.
I have something on but couldn't cherish it well due an accident which was out of my control.
My mother gave me my first experience with drum. Starting with a snare when i was eight. I barely ask for something, specially when i feel family has different issues. Whether i never ask someone to get it for me or i try to find a way to earn and save money for it to get it myself.
A that time i guess she found out how my eyes sparkle when i talk about drum. Without me asking, she bought one for me to start with. It was one of the greatest feelings ever! I was so protective of it but one day something happened that never could do anything about it . . . .cried a lot tho.
I've been hauling around a 1 yr old 8x10 baby picture of me for 60+ years and 3 other pics of me for 55 yrs.
Life.
My beat up old Teddy Bear that my Mom fixed and sewed up a bunch of times. Kind of looks like Frankenstein's monster but I loved that bear and still have it sitting in my closet.
My stuffed duck, that has a daisy on her head. My mother gave her to me when I was five.
I can't think of one thing at the moment.
A few stuffed animals, including a teddy bear I named Wally, and a stuffed Winnie the Pooh :)