I have a Hawaiian rag doll that I've had since I was 2 months old. My mom & I flew to Oahu to meet up with dad while he was on R&R from the Vietnam war. It's where he got to meet me for the first time. I've had it 43 years and will never get rid of it. I keep the doll in my cedar chest.
None here. My house burned down when I was 17. But my kids have their most precious security objects from early childhood carefully stored, and they get them out occasionally.
I'm 38yo and still have my (rather large) box full of Legos. And nobody can take it away from me! I'm not even sure that if I have a kid someday, I'll let him/her play with MY Legos. ;-)
I have a pair of stuffed rabbits that my mother claims I’ve had since I was a toddler. One is larger, so naturally the mommy, and the other is gender ambiguous child. When they got grubby she would only put one in the wash at a time otherwise I’d throw a fit, apparently. I don’t remember any of this, or even the rabbits in particular, but I think my subconscious does, because I have felt the need to keep them. I don’t even see myself letting future children play with them.
I'm not even sure that if I have a kid someday, I'll let him/her play with MY Legos. ;-)
Bugs is still what I think of whenever I heard the overture to Barber of Seville.
Nice article! I took my one year old to an outdoor performance of Beethoven's 9th last year; he wasn't quite old enough to appreciate it yet. :)