Items you were attached to

The only thing I can remember being attached to was this stuffed animal. He was grey with a pink stripe running up his back. His name was PJ he had this compartment in his behind that you could hide things in. I had this friend I went to go see and gave PJ away to a neighbor friend of hers. I kind of feel bad now because I miss PJ a lot.

I guess i was already all about making money even when I was little.. because when I was young, I had a big coinbox where i save all my money, and that was the most important thing for me. I save up money, then I buy stuff from the store like ball point pens, candies, etc etc... then I get a table and line them up in the house and re-sells them to my mom, sister, cousins...

hello there Dora and happy day to ya:)when i was born my parents bought me this brown moneky with a yellow face and i called him Cocoa.I dont remember much about him but i have seen many pictures of me and him,when i was about 6 yras old i had a meduim sized stuffed dog that was gray and i do remember never going anywhere without him.his name was Scruffy,when i got my tonsils out i was soo scared and held tight onto him,when i went to the operation room they even let me bring him in with me,and i guess i never loosened my grip on him,and when i woke up he was stil in the same hand i went in with lol..i still have him and passed him onto my son thats 7,.he however has no care in teh world for him so i took him back,hes more appreciated on my bed hahah!! and one last thing,when i was 11 my dad found a huge conk shell and gave it to me,my dad and i had a bad relationship that i cant get into,and he pretty much never liked me when i was young thought we are best friends now,anyways i fel in love with the shell and love the sound of the ocean,and when i missed him when mom made him leave,i would just listen and feel content and knew everything would be ok someday..they never got back together but he and my relationship grew and grew..and yes i still have that too:) byeee! April

i have my favorite pillow with me.i've been using that for 20 years now and still intact. i make it sure that it is always neat and clean. i brought the pillow even when i gave birth to my child. now its the same pillow that i share with my kid.

Wow that's great!unfortunately I had no item which has a sentimental value. All my things were left home and none of them sounds like very important or has some emotional attachment to me.

Well, I had an autograph from my junior years where my friends wrote nice things about me. I kept that autograph for many years. It provided me with fond memories when we were young and the innocent thoughts we had. Our world knew no violence or fear or hate. All we had were affections,love and care for each other. Every time I look at the autograph, a flood of memories will sweep me back to those times. I am still very attached to this item until today.

The child-hood item I was most attatched to was my horse. I really didn't have many toys, per se, but I did have my horses since I was 5. My horse and I were inseparable, and we spent lots of time together. When I was sad, lonely, or whatever, I went out to my horse and she was like my comforting, non-judgemental friend. As far as toys go, I wasn't really ever attatched to any of them lol.

when i was growing up, i had a stuffed monkey with a plastic face (these toys were popular in the '60s) and i still have it. it wearing thin in some spots but still in pretty good shape.

Waldo the walrus. He was a huge stuffed walrus, originally bigger than I was. As I got older his tusks fell out, his flippers fell out, I tried to sew them back in, but eventually he got so shabby I gave up. But he's definitely the thing I was the most attached to for years and years and years.

I had a teddy bear and a blankie that I was always attached to. I actually still have them both now. They really meant a lot to me as a child and it means a lot to me that I still have those items to cherish today! I couldn't go anywhere without either bear or blankie!

Thanx for jarring my memory on this..When I was little stuff my mom had an old 78rpm of Peter and the Wolf. It was one of a very few of her classical collection that had survived shipping from Texas..They shipped in barrels in those days and the rough handling did her fragile records no good..I can remember hearing this record before I can remember almost anything else. As I got older there was a new distraction. When I was 2 my little brother showed up. I can remember my mom fussin' with the household stuff and doting over the new arrival and when I'd start feeling alone I would ask if I could listen to Peter and the Wolf..and she'd stop what she was doing, go pull out the old mono record player and set it to going..And I'd either sit or lay on the big bed and listen and, I suppose, drift back into that comfort zone of my young years when I had been the center of attention. I no longer have the original record but I still have a great love for Peter and the Wolf.. And again, thank you for giving me the opportunity of remembering that and reaching for that comfort zone now 50+ years gone..ENJOY!

When I was younger I was very attached to a toy bus I used to own, I probably still would be but I have no idea what a slightly older younger me did with it! It was metal and because it was used so much it ended up pretty much just grey metal even though it started off a deep red, and remember that I tried to paint it with a pink watercolour once (it was meant to be red but ended up pink, can't quite remember why, I hated pink lol!). It was called Bussy and I even used to write stories with him in and such things. Even though he is now gone Bussy has left me with a bus liking legacy and I still smile whenever I see red double deckar buses :) Nice question, it has awakened some really happy memories in me :) Happy mylotting, Dranz

It's funny how I really don't remember having any major attachment to anything when I was a child. The only thing I can think of was when I was 16. ha. My boyfriend bought me a stuffed monkey. I slept with it every night. When I started taking college courses so I could graduate high school early, I'd take my monkey along in my backpack. (Making sure no one saw it, of course.) I was the youngest in all my classes. And I was terrified, to say the least. It was such a comforting feeling to have it with me. Was it childish? Maybe. But I'm proud to say that I don't need to sleep with the monkey anymore. My boyfriend from 7 years ago is now my husband, and he's there to comfort me every night.