I used to have these small adorable rubber animal things that I got from a quarter machine. I collected them. I couldn't get them now anymore though. |D They don't even have quarter machines in the Philippines. Luckily, I still have my whole collection... it's just trapped in a storage unit in my old country all the way across the world and constantly in danger of being sold. D:
I also loved those hanging monkey plushies (the ones with velcro on their hands) and I bought two of them at a zoo, and my parents got me another two for my birthday. And I still have them! :'3 Except for one. One that was my favorite and is also turning into dust inside a box in storage. I intended that whole box to go with us when we moved, but my family misunderstood... crying
My favorite toys were the digmon and pokemon toys I stole from school.
I have no idea what happened to them.
My other toys were given away to other kids.
I wouldn't spend ANY amount of money to get these same toys back.
Also, there is no room for hoarding in our house.
Eventually I grew out of them and wanted to pass them on to another little girl who I babysat (They were in extremely good condition). But no, my Mom made me keep them because "They could be worth money one day!"
So a year and a half ago I call her up, wanting to get my ponies back because I was afraid she would sell them on me. Turns out she gave them away to a neighbor.
classified_fu Punch her in the tits.
Anyway, my favorite toy as a child was my Nintendo Entertainment System.
AUGH! Your story reminds me of how my dad sold our NES while my mom, sisters and I were on vacation visiting family. My sister and I never really let him live it down, that sneaky sneak... crying
My favorite toy was actually a beanie baby cat, Zip. I'd gather all my toys up and they'd go to school, build a library (with scrolls), go to the amusement park, go to the pool (sink), and go bungee jumping when we went to my abuela's house. emotion_awesome Zip was special, though. Zip was always there, and he had the special privilege of sleeping next to me.
I lost Zip when we were on vacation! (Ironically, this was the same vacation during which my father sold the NES. stare ) Years later, he was found and shipped back to me. He sits in my room now, mostly because he's so old and abused. heart
I wasn't willing to spend money to replace him, because it wouldn't be the same...
I still have my teddy bear named Theodore (as in Theodore Roosevelt, one badass president). My father gave him to me as a gift for Christmas one year. He's been through many washings and as a result, lost a lot of his softness. He's sitting on my dresser now, as a married woman.
My husband has a puppet that he cherishes to this day. His grandfather made it for him and will never likely part with it.
Alright, I know she looks creepy now, but I swear, Sally Pantry was pretty when I was little... at least I thought so:
(Excuse the montage- I took them for a photo challenge on Flickr and they're the only pics I've still got.)
As for how much I'd pay to get her back if I ever lost her?
Well, she's one of a kind. My mum made her for me from china doll parts she got in an antique shop and sewed the body herself, so I could never buy another one.
So far I've spent about £30 trying to fix her up (new eyes, new hair, new pate), and I do expect to pay a lot more before she's finished.
Oh! And I also still have a doll that my Nana bought me for my first Christmas. She was also called Sally.
My daughter has her now: