Do You Have Any Toys from Childhood that Are Still Important to You?

Every Wednesday is List Day, or Quiz Day, or Tips Day.

This Wednesday: Do you have any toys from childhood that are still important to you? as well as a short list of well-beloved toys.

For some reason, I lay awake last night thinking about toys. Do you have any toys or “comfort objects” from childhood that are still important to you?

I have my Hambugins (my name for my ancient, decrepit doll which was a “Baby Huggums”) and Cocoa, my stuffed bear.

My sister has a Blankee which she still sleeps with, to this day.

I started making a list of famous examples of adults with their toys:

1. The most haunting loss of a doll — in On the Banks of Plum Creek, when Ma gives Laura’s beloved Charlotte to a bratty neighbor. Ma never did apologize to my satisfaction, though fortunately Laura did get Charlotte back. [Does anyone know if there’s basis for Charlotte and this story in Laura Ingalls Wilder’s real life?]

2. The Toy Story movies, of course — Toy Story Three! Oh my gosh. The fate of Andy’s toys.

3. Understood Betsy — old Aunt Abigail and her doll, Deborah. “You could tell by the way she spoke, by the way  she touched Deborah, by the way she looked at her, that she had loved the doll dearly, and maybe still did, a little.”

4. Brideshead Revisisted — who can forget Sebastian Flyte’s teddy bear, Aloysius?

What are some other prominent examples that I’ve overlooked?

For my whole life, I’ve been fascinated by people’s relationships to objects. I discuss this at some length in Happier at Home, and in a very different way, in my odd little book Profane Waste (what a joy it was to write that book).

I agree with Elaine Scarry, who wrote, in The Body in Pain,

“Perhaps no one who attends closely to artifacts is wholly free of the suspicion that they are, though not animate, not quite inanimate.”

And Adam Smith, who observed in The Theory of Moral Sentiments,

“We conceive…a sort of gratitude for those inanimated objects, which have been the causes of great or frequent pleasure to us. The sailor, who, as soon as he got ashore, should mend [build] his fire with the plank upon which he had just escaped from a shipwreck, would seem to be guilty of an unnatural action. We should expect that he would rather preserve it with care and affection, as a monument that was, in some measure, dear to him.”

My Hambugins is part of myself.

Do you feel that way about any old toy or artifact from your childhood? I used to wonder whether I should bother to keep these things around, but I’ve come to realize that such possessions (within reason) have an important role to play in a happy life.

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  • Penelope Schmitt

    Let me introduce you to my Raggedy Ann–or what is left of her! My Great Aunt Oly made her for me when I was little–more than 60 years ago now–and she is dirty, torn, deprived of nearly all her yarn ‘hair’. Once I believe she had an organza apron. That is long gone too. Little girls who come to my house still like her just the same.

    My Great Aunt Oly Link lived in Pittsburgh, PA, with my Aunt Gladys and the rest of the Pittsburgh family. She died in about 1954 after a long life with diabetes, which resulted some time before my birth in the amuptation of a leg. She occupied the high-ceilinged upper story of my aunt’s big house, and preferred her wheelchair to any other kind of transport. All year, she cobbled together dozens of rag dolls. At Christmas time these would be given away to needy children. I remember that she had a towering banana tree plant, and one of the first televisions I ever saw. Her dolls were priceless–put together the way I would have on any early attempt and bedecked with all kinds of things like fake flowers from hats and little pins. The cheeks were pink from lipstick and the hats were circles of cardboard wrapped in a strip of old chiffon. Best. Toys. EVER!

    • Raggedy Ann is mine, too! I have mine from when I was 4 mos. old. The best ever. She received numerous facelifts from my grandmother. I have debated repairing the now worn down last work my grandma did, but haven’t wanted to replace her work now that she’s gone. So many connections through Rengy (I couldn’t say her name when I was little, so Rengy stuck.)

      I love that yours was mad by a relative! My grandmother made my Raggedy Ann’s replacement clothes, but the original was made by an elderly lady in a retirement home who made Raggedy Anns for fun. It sounds like she would have gotten along with your Great Aunt Lily.

      • Penelope Schmitt

        Thanks Caroline! Aunt Oly made Raggedy Anns and clowns and elephants and bride dolls and boy dolls and girl dolls. Her creativity was pretty amazing!

  • PolarSamovar

    No, I made a point of not keeping toys into adulthood.

    I was a sensitive child who felt awful about having favorites among my stuffed animals. I’d hide less-loved toys in a closet or drawer so they wouldn’t be forced to watch me playing with the ones I liked better. But then when I opened the closet, I’d burn with shame at the sight of the lonely toys shut up in the dark. The sight of a Barbie still invokes sense memories of my guilt that I didn’t love her enough. These feelings were so intense and distressing, and I never discussed it with an adult who might have helped me deal with them better.

    As you might imagine, I cried buckets through Toy Story 3. When it was over, I felt like I’d re-watched “Schindler’s List.”

    All that angst overpowers my remaining mild affection for the toys I did enjoy. Also, my mom believed in teaching emotional discipline and self-control; she’d occasionally talk me into giving away things I wasn’t ready to part with, teaching me how to let go gracefully. It was upsetting at the time, but, indeed, letting things go is a useful skill to have.

    Combine all that with a visceral horror of clutter, and I find that keeping my home clear of unused “treasures” makes me happier and more relaxed. I try to save guilt for when I’ve actually, y’know, done something wrong!

    • Mimi Gregor

      Oh, Sweetie! Reading this made me tear up as well! Right now, I just want to hug you and start sobbing!

    • Leslie H

      Like you, PolarSamovar, I put effort into keeping things fair amongst the toys…and that crossed over into many other objects. I didn’t want the plates at the bottom of the pile to feel badly that they were used the least, so I always put the clean ones on the bottom. Same with towels, clothing, and more. If you think that was bad, I lived on a dairy farm full of cows and calves and cats and a dog. Inanimate objects are one thing, but animals ARE people! It’s hard being egalitarian! Takes a lot of time…but I hated to think that anyone or anything might feel left out. Fortunately, though I lived with a lot of guilt, I put my energy into loving LOTS, and didn’t feel distressed…just tired!

      • Megan

        I would add crayons to the list as well… the sad orange and brown ones were always the most pointy, meaning they weren’t used very often. So to rectify, i would try to draw more pumpkins and brown-haired girls, so all the crayons felt included. 🙂 Funny/disturbing that I was more thoughtful to my crayons than I was to other kids…

  • Marie

    I used to have a Miss America doll. I got her when Mary Ann Mobley was wearing the crown, and of course her name was Mary Ann. I don’t have the doll any more (she was played with a LOT), but I do have a beautiful white-with-pink-trim dress that my grandmother crocheted for her. There may be other toys in the attic of the house I grew up in. I do still have a little doll, wearing yet another dress that Grandma crocheted. This one was for sitting on a shelf and not to be played with.

  • I have some small treasure that mean a lot to me… a pin that had perfume in it that my mom bought from Avon-I had dreamt about it for months after spotting it in a catalog! I have a mini raggedy ann doll and handkerchief- my whole room was raggedy ann when I was in 3rd grade!

  • Karen G

    Regarding the story of Charlotte–When I visited the Laura Ingalls WIlder House in Missouri, they had something about Charlotte. Apparently, they get a lot of people looking for her. According to the museum folks, Charlotte was lost forever when Almanzo and Laura’s homestead house in Desmet burned down (see “The First Four Years”). Not sure if that’s true or they just made it up to satisfy folks.

    • gretchenrubin

      Ah, I hadn’t heard that.

  • April Ellis

    Thank you for reminding me of the title of “Understood Betsy”! I LOVED that book as a child and have thought of it from time to time but didn’t remember the title or anything else that would allow me to find it again.

    I am very sentimental and have hung onto a number of relics from my childhood, but the two most precious are a small doll named “Bill” and a yellow stuffed dog named “Yellow Legs.” My dad brought “Bill” home from France when I was 4 years old. I named her after a neighbor, Billie (my child’s ear heard “Bill” instead). I wish I had some idea what she looked like originally. She has been loved so much that I’m sure she looks nothing like she did when she “moved” here from France. She slept with me for many years and has ratty hair, one eye that somehow has rotated sideways, and a new leg to replace the one that was chewed up by a neighbor’s dog. It’s fascinating to me how those two small toys were so incredibly comforting to me and bring back good memories of feeling safe and loved.

  • Natalie

    No, not at all. I don’t think I was particularly attached to any toys as a child, let alone kept them as an adult. I remember happily helping my big brother pull the heads off the boring girly perfectly-dressed dolls my grandmother would give me. Cuddly toys not quite so dull, but still nothing to get attached to.

    • 14 the claw

      Wow!

  • Lynn

    The only things I still have from childhood are my Raggedy Ann book and some pillow cases that my grandmother had embroidered. I’ve really been careful to save those pillowcases and keep them safe, because just
    seeing them makes me SO happy. I keep them hidden to this day and bring them out at times when I want to be cheered up.

    When we were young our mom threw old toys and dolls out when we weren’t around – we didn’t have a choice. I try to be a little more balanced with my own child because I think that it’s a part of growing up to be able to figure out what has meaning to you and what doesn’t.

  • Ann

    I have my teddy bear from childhood. My Mom went through all my childhood things and gave it to me, so I keep it more out of respect for her efforts than real sentiment for the bear itself. If it wasn’t for that, I would probably have passed it on to someone else. I believe that things should be given to someone who will use them. I took my wedding dress to the goodwill after looking at it hanging in my closet for several years. Better being used by someone that turning yellow in my closet.

  • Gina M.

    I still have several dolls from childhood. Suki – a sock doll from infancy, which my mother saved and somehow found its way into my possession. Also, Betty, the first doll I remember, whose auburn hair I cut in full belief it would grow back. And my last doll, Sue, a statuesque precursor to Barbie, with Saran hair and breasts. She came with earrings, a diamond ring and heels. I tried to dye her hair using mascara so she looks a little punk. My mother, who could never get clothes right for me, sewed lovely outfits for my dolls. Most were stolen, but I still have a couple. The dolls reside in my grandmother’s tin childhood trunk from the 19th century. I dread the thought of my dolls ending up in the trash after I die. The Japanese consider dolls personal fetishes and they have devised a cremation ceremony for them when they are no longer wanted. I wish I could take them to Japan (if they still do that).

  • MsLaurie

    My teddy bear sits on my bed to this day, and is a tough old fellow.
    He was given to me by my grandfather at my birth, and is an old fashioned quite dense teddy, not soft the way many of them now are.
    A bit of reconstructive back surgery (aka Serious Sewing With Big Needles) a couple of years ago has him in excellent shape to last another 31 years.
    I have high hopes of having Ted watch over my soon-to-be little one, just like he watched over me 🙂

  • JillHolly

    I have always loved dolls, and while I do have some of my childhood favs, it’s the ones I’ve bought as an adult that are really special. Some of them “talk” and have distinct personalities. My husband and I use them to say things to each other that we couldn’t quite say directly (a funny, snarky comment about BO maybe, or an apology after an argument when you don’t feel like apologizing). It might sound crazy but they play quite an important role in our relationship. My sister, who was a therapist, once told me she frequently used dolls in her practice, again to let people say things that are hard to say directly. (Granted she worked with children but no one ever accused my husband or me of being overly mature! ha ha) I love these dolls dearly, and like another commenter, it makes me really sad and stressed when I wonder what will eventually become of them. I love the Japanese cremation idea, but maybe I will just be buried with them all. Also the quote Gretchen has about artifacts not being quite inanimate really resonates with me. I’ve thought seriously about becoming a puppeteer, so pretty much any object in my house can come “alive” at any moment. (One of the funniest being when the rag basket became sad when my husband threw dirty rags on the floor, after which of course, it was “Mr. Rag Basket.”) Yes, objects make my life much, much richer!

  • VeggieNextDoor

    The Velveteen Rabbit!!!

  • Nancy

    I still have my little doll I got at the age of 2 and my stuffed lamb – one given to me by my grandmother the other by Sinterklaas (a kind of Santa Claus in The Netherlands). Just some days ago my nephew pulled out all arms and legs from my doll when he had to sleep for a little while in my bed. My sister in-law told me I could better check because she saw a doll and limbs all over my bed. I was so worried! I still think of my little toys to have a heart and I really take care of them. So I literally RAN upstairs to find her all scattered over the bed. Thankfully I could mend her, but if my nephew would’ve destroyed my doll I would’ve been very angry and most certainly very very sad. I know what you’re talking about, my doll and lamb are important for me. When my fiancé is away, they take his spot in the bed (really!) and I even take them with me on vacation. They still are important to me and I just turned 30.

  • Betsy

    Another doll from a book – Sara Crew’s doll Emily, in “A Little Princess” by Frances Hodgson Burnett. Sara talked to Emily as if she were real and liked to imagine that when she (Sara) was out of the room, Emily would get up and move around, only to run back and sit silently in her chair when she heard Sara returning.

    • gretchenrubin

      Ah yes. The “last doll.”

  • Mimi Gregor

    I haven’t kept any toys from my childhood, as I’m not terribly sentimental and I am rather a minimalist. That doesn’t, however, mean that I don’t have any toys! These are toys I acquired as a — supposed! — adult because they resonated with me. I have a stuffed felt Professor Snape doll with a molded head and hands that a very talented friend made for me and that I treasure. I’ve even been known to sleep with it when I am feeling blue. (How many women can say that they have slept with Professor Snape?)

    I also have a rubber “devil duck” in my bathroom, even though I am a shower person. I found it at a garage sale when I was feeling blue, and it made me laugh, turning my mood around.

    I also have a plush crow that makes actual crow sounds (I feel that they are my totem animal), a couple Snape “action figures” (I LOVE him!), and a rooster marionette in my kitchen. He seemed to cry out to come home with me when I saw him on a shelf at Goodwill.

    These are all things that make me smile when I look at them, even if I don’t “play” with them, per se. And yes — they are definitely NOT quite inanimate!

  • Judy Menzel

    I don’t have a toy from childhood, but do have the book Much Loved by Mark Nixon, which is full of wonderful stories about all sorts of much loved stuffed toys. A very heartwarming book.

  • Jordie

    My sister was given a teddy when she was 1 which I (at 4) arranged to swap with her for a clip on koala. I got the better side of the deal! I slept with that teddy every night until I got married. Now he lives in my cupboard. I had to create a pillow-shaped replacement to cuddle at night!

  • Maria

    The Scarlet O’Hara Madame Alexander doll dressed in her green “garden party” dress. Her green eyes matched the green trim on the dress, perfectly. But truly, what brings me the greatest comfort, is my collection of favorite children’s books that have traveled with me through life like old friends like Bread and Jam for Frances, The Magic Friend Maker, Dori and the Witch Doctor, a miniature ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas illustrated by Hilary Knight.

  • Rebecca

    I have so many toys from my childhood it’s a little strange! My mother always made sure we cared for our toys so a large amount of them survived – for a long time every time I went home to visit I would be presented with yet more toys to take away. Amongst the relics I have a set of marsupial soft toys from my God mother as when I was small she lived in Australia, herds of My Little Ponies, Sindy dolls and other obligatory soft toys. I also have lots of my books, which I particularly love having, especially Duck In Trouble and Cats to Count 🙂

  • AHG

    You are forgetting perhaps the most famous grown man with an affinity with his childhood toy; Citizen Kane and his Rosebud.

  • Randee Bulla

    I have a few toys and stuffed animals from childhood that I love, but my most prized possession is the stopwatch Grandma used to time my sister and me as she had us “race” all around the yard. (Smart lady! My sister and I now use it to tire out her two boys, and now they love using that watch themselves to time each other.) As we grew older, it was the same watch she used to time us as we started running track as she was one of our school’s official timers. This connection to Grandma, her stopwatch, and running are big reasons why my sister and I are so deeply connected to running and consider it our favorite play time, even into our 40s.

  • Megan

    There’s that old Cher song “Melody”, which is about a doll, “my oldest friend” and “my favorite dolly”. Cher is singing to Melody telling her about all her adult problems, and thinking back when they used to play “grown ups in the city”, longing for simpler times in her life. Definitely my favorite Cher song, though not very well known. (I could be way off, and maybe Melody is actually about a favorite old song? Thought she does say “dolly”…)

  • Hi

    I still have a small Raggedy Ann doll that my Mom gave to me for my birthday when I was about 5 years old. I’m in my forties now!

  • Dan

    Don’t forget Mr. Burns (The Simpsons) favorite teddy bear “Bobo”

  • Kathy

    I have a set of three hand-crocheted bears a friend of my grandmother made for me when I was a child, and I have, oddly enough, the safety scissors I took with me to first grade (I didn’t attend kindergarten), lovingly labeled with my name by my mom. I love those scissors! Those are the only things I can think of, except some favorite childhood books.

  • Heather Parrish

    My teddy bear “Butch” has been handed down through several cousins. When my cousin closest in age to me, Rick, outgrew him he was given to me. I am 44 and I am certain that Butch is at least 50. He has been sewn up several times. It’s ok “chicks dig scars.” He has an eye patch (just adds to his rakishness). He lives on a bookshelf in our livingroom. He is now too fragile to pass down to my toddler son, but in all honesty even if he wasn’t, I am not sure I could ever let him go.

  • Zupamum

    My favorite toy was a box of small colorful blocks, I could build structures, I could lay them out in a design, I could as a young child separate them into color or shape, and I could take my little bag of them everywhere I went! My Mom loved them because it was a quiet, creative activity, that kept me busy at restaurant meals!

  • Bethie Beanie

    Mine is an original Snoopy Dog from 1968 when I was 7. His head fell off and my Mom sewed it back on. She sent it to me when I was away at college with bows around his neck that she had saved from the gifts on packages from my 16th B-Day surprise party to hide the “scars”. My Mom took it to the cleaners before sending it and they told her “we don’t do stuffed animals” so she gave him a sponge bath. Several years later, I followed the instructions I found on the web of how to clean Snoopy (delicate cycle. Woolite, in a pillow case). I almost killed him as he came out very waterlogged and compacted.I was quite upset. I laid him in the sun (3 days) and he bounced back.
    I prop him on my pillows every morning after the bed is made. He sleeps a lot but that’s ok cuz he is 315 years old in dog years!

  • Jeanne

    I don’t think anyone mentioned the episode of the Simpsons (called Rosebud) that was a take off of Citizen Kane, where Mr. Burns seeks his beloved teddy bear, Bobo, a symbol of lost innocence. Even Mr. Burns has a soft spot in his shriveled heart for his beloved toy.

  • Gisel

    I have way too many toys from my childhood, and a lot more that I have acquire as an adult!! But this two are very special. They are actually from the 60’s. The doll is named Sosoli, and is a mini doll that my dad gave to me when I was one year old. She has a new “diaper” now because the original is missing, and her haircut was made by me when I was a little girl so you can understand… This doll have moved with me to many places for more than 40 years now, and I also have traveled with her. The other one is a big turtle named Biaggi. She use to be bright pink and violet, and was a gift from one of my mother’s bosses. A very special lady who’s last name was Biaggi, she helped my mother a lot when she was involved in a horrible car accident and almost lost her life… and her job, if it wasn’t for the help of this lady. So both of this toys are very special to me and I hope I can have then as long as I live. And maybe someone else can enjoy them and take care of them after that!

    • Gisel

      Here is the picture.

  • HEHink

    Radar’s teddy bear from M*A*S*H….

  • Brigitte

    This is pertinent to my current situation of moving out of a house where four daughters lived. The last two still have a lot of possessions and no permanent home but dont live with me. We are living in a small apartment now. But I can’t bring myself to dispose of their things because I can’t tell,which are special enough to keep. Apparently they can’t either! Storage fees continue. I had to part with my raggedy Anne because the state of deterioration was just too distressing….

  • I have soft cuddly toys from ADULTHOOD that are very important to me. I think that we all can benefit from having a furry friend – or two or three…

  • Oh God, Toy Story 3 destroyed me. My friend and I took her Best Buddy, who has lots of stuffed toys and then I was crying so hard in the movie that I was afraid of upsetting her. Had to pull it together in the ladies room afterward in a fancy theater in LA. That was a rough night. Amazing how connected we can still feel to our toy friends from childhood. I still have half a shelf in a bookcase where the remaining stuffed animals sit. I probably have about 6.

  • Katherine

    I have kept not my own toys but the toys of my children. Three stuffed animals evoke for me their essences, not as they are now but as they were when they were small.

  • marie

    I still have my teddybear, Tracy. She’s your basic brown bear with most of her fur worn off, her joints and ears all floppy, and the padding all wonky. None of that acrylic stuffing, either, but old cotton padding and cardboard(?). She’s always been worn. The fabric on one paw was so thin that the cardboard threatened to poke through, so I always kept a small bandaid over the hole. Early on, she had lost one of her eyes – a brown and black “eye” button. This made it convenient to put her to sleep. I could turn her head so her eye would be down, and that’s how she went to sleep. Once I thought to resew her other eye on, but it made her look so strange that I cut it back off.

    Tracy was the focus of many of my sewing projects growing up. I made her a cowgirl outfit with “boots” to fit her feet and a girl scout outfit with all accoutrements. She has a pair of thermals made from my leftover thermal underwear, and a striped turtleneck from knit fabric from the seventies (the era of stretch-and-sew). That was the first time I ever successfully sewed set-in sleeves. She has many more outfits, some of them hacked together to approximate a look or to use some cool scrap of fabric, some of them more finely pieced. Years ago when I started to declutter, I considered getting rid of the doll clothes if not the teddy bear, and my husband told me not to because they were too special to throw away! They are not museum-worthy, but they are sentimental.

    I slept with Tracy through college until I started with serious relationships. Tracy now lives in a bedding bag in the linen closet. I can’t bear to get rid of her – she’s too old to pass on and too sentimental to simply throw out. I’d have to bury her with all due respect and love.

    I am already sentimental about many of my daughter’s dolls, especially the ones she’s named and have some individual quirks, or perhaps came handmade or pre-worn. It’s as if the ones with more wear embody more love and attention. Fancy that!

  • Chris

    I have a toy hare, made out of plush. My mother bought it for me when I was 6 months old but gave it to my sister as she thought I was too young. When I was 6 or 7 my mother told me about this and I asked my sister if I could have it back. So this toy hare has been sleeping in my bed until today, for more than 30 years.
    I was especially delighted when I learned about the dialogue between the Skin Horse and the Rabbit from “The Velveteen Rabbit” about becoming real. It’s true for toys as well as for adults and I think this is why we keep them.

    • feelingfeline

      My teacher read The Velveteen Rabbit to my class when I was in 1st Class (1st grade) I was transfixed by the story.

  • Robyn Smith

    Like many people, my childhood teddy bear is an item from my childhood which I still have in my advanced middle age and which still evokes memories. The bear is missing an eye and has lost it’s growl. It also smells unlike an old stuffed bear. Just thinking about it makes me think back to a visit to a cousin’s home as a child. When we left I forgot to take my bear. When I got him back – yes, it’s a boy bear – my cousins had pulled out an eye and broken the growl mechanism (I am not clear if that is fact or childhood fantasy).

    The bear also smells of very stale, very bad perfume. I was sick with, probably, the flu and teddy had the misfortune to be there when I threw up. Mum cleaned him up and put him out in the yard to air out. I wasn’t satisfied with that as, in my mind, he still smelled sour so I dowsed him with some perfume. After all of these years he still smells, not of my illness but of the cheap, horrible perfume.

  • Heather B.

    My mom saved a lot of our toys from when we were little. One of my favorites is the Weeble Wobble people’s tree house. A plastic tree about a foot high, with a button in the middle of the canopy that, when depressed, would raise up the canopy, so you could see the house hidden inside it. I still play with it whenever I come across it! Some of the Weeble Wobbles continue to occupy the house to this day… 35 years later.
    Another favorite is my Fisher Price First Recorder. It has an attached microphone. I was always fascinated with the sounds that came back out of it after I got fitted with hearing aids when I was 3!

    • gretchenrubin

      My sister had that! My parents kept it, my daughters play with it every time we go to Kansas City!

  • Heidi Waterhouse

    Mine is a brown bear. He is plain and simple and that is what I love about him. I do still have him, but he is in a tote safe and sound. My first apartment flooded and he almost got ruined so I ended up just packing him away. I may or may not still have my blankie around here somewhere as well.

  • Kate

    I had a stuffed dog from childhood that was a huge comfort to me, and I kept it well in to adulthood despite it being ratty and likely germ-infested. Each time I touched it, I felt calmer, but eventually I had to toss it and still to this day I think of it.

    Another toy from my childhood that I loved was Spirograph. I think it fulfilled my need for pattern and clarity, plus the sense of accomplishment. I wish I could find one again.

    • gretchenrubin

      Oh, how I remember Spirograph! I haven’t thought of that in years.

  • Sam Smith

    I have my childhood teddy that I still sleep with. He is missing an eye, a foot, an arm and most of an ear. But he is precious to me. Yes, my husband mocks me for still having a stuffy that I sleep with. I have an old green frog too, which I just put in my soon to be baby’s room.

  • Steve Malerich

    No toys, but there are some things that I had to keep through my recent 1,100 mile move.

    Having spent my young childhood next door to my grandparents’ farm, and then my youth living on the farm Dad bought from my other grandparents, I still feel a strong connection to that family farm history, decades after my grandparents deaths and my departure for life in an office.

    Fortunately, I was able to take some of the old farming tools with me. As I organize things in my new home, I am putting those in places where they are easily seen, at least by me.

  • Elizabeth Connell

    I sure do, I have a teddy bear that was a present from my paternal grandfather at infancy, he had a thing for teddy bears [so have I] and I have it ever since. I also have my baby blanket since birth that I framed and am planning on passing my blanket down to my children one day

    My cousin still has her baby blanket, Its old and disgusting but she is still inseparable with it.

    I did have a stuffed dog Sasha when I was little that I loved dearly and took it to the dentist but my mom gave it away not too long ago. Oh well, I collect old toys now

  • Elin G.

    I have a lot of my old toys (probably because I was an only child and my parents never moved from my childhood home until my mom moved into a seniors’ condo a few years ago). I never liked dolls but I have most of my stuffed animals (including my original teddy bear) and several Fisher Price items (house, school, barn and village, as well as the “Chatter telephone”). My kids are now playing with the Fisher Price and some of the stuffies 40-some years later, but the teddy sits on my dresser!

  • Nurul Izzaty

    I can never let go of my childhood toys and books! There are some toys that I totally abandon (dolls creep me a lot these days). That leaves my beloved Polly Pocket 🙂