A squeaky bear toy I got from a doctor's visit when I was like three or four. My mom told me the nurses gave it to me to try to calm me down because I crying from being terrified of doctors. My mom still has it in my old room at her house. It's one of the few toys of mine that my family never sold or gave away.
A Cabbage Patch doll that my Nana bought for me when I was four. I was suppose to be getting an Easter coat, but Nana said the coat could wait because I wanted the doll so much. I've been told that they had to pry the box out of my hands to ring it up at the check out. I'm still like that with it, no one but me touches Marita, no one.
My Nana died when I was five, the doll is really all I have to remember her by, so it's very precious to me.