I’ve been scouring the bushes trying to remember something that fits here. There was no blanky or stuffed animal. I did save things as souvenirs when we’d go somewhere on vacation– a pine cone, a rock, a shell– and put them in a drawer or a small box.
The one thing that comes to mind, besides the yearly Christmas gift that I often asked for and received (nothing extravagant), would have to be my first baseball glove, received from my Uncle Freddie. I used it throughout Little League, in the back yard, and maybe even up until I tried out for the high school team, though by then I might have had to get something a bit bigger.
For some reason, that gift looms large in my memory. I oiled it and used it and held onto it long after it ceased being useful. I don’t recall what ended up happening to it– whether it was eventually put in the trash or ended up in a bag for Salvation Army. Probably the former.
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