Wish I still had it...

I didn't have much as a child, but when I was 13 my mother bought me a tiny gold signet ring.

I took it off before going to girl guides because we weren't permitted to wear jewellery , and I didn't realise my breast pocket was undone and so the ring fell out. We heard it clatter to the floor but despite searching everywhere, we never found it, so I'd be over the moon if I could have that little ring back.
 
hollydolly said:
I didn't have much as a child, but when I was 13 my mother bought me a tiny gold signet ring.

I took it off before going to girl guides because we weren't permitted to wear jewellery , and I didn't realise my breast pocket was undone and so the ring fell out. We heard it clatter to the floor but despite searching everywhere, we never found it, so I'd be over the moon if I could have that little ring back.
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Wow, my item to bring back would be the birthstone Mom bought me when I turned 13 (what a coincidence). It had two hearts in peridot and four little diamonds intertwined between them. I lost it when I was quite sick with my second pregnancy and lost a ton of weight. It must have dropped off of my finger.
 

A small toy, a koala bear an Uncle by marriage brought back from Australia when he was in the Merchant Navy.
I loved that little bear to bits and took it to bed with me cuddled and talked to it as kiddies do. It lost much of it's fur as it aged and I never knew what happened to it as I grew up and this happens to many much-loved items with many of us I reckon 😢 I can still see it in my mind's eye
 
I became an Aunt when I was 6ys old,and my older brother his wife and their baby boy lived with us.My friends loved coming over to see how my nephew wouldn't leave my side. No matter what I was doing he would be next to me. They really thought I was cool to be an Aunt soo young. I miss having those wonderful times with my nephew.
 
My blue, Raleigh Record 10-speed that was stolen from my college apartment stairway, the one night I left it outside because I was too tired to carry it up the outside stairs of my attic apartment, in the rain. The lowlife thief cut my chain.

I had hitchhiked from the Southside of Chicago to the Northside, after calling on a dial phone and making sure the bike was there. Long before internet days. I saved my pay from running the fountain room of a very popular deli in my neighborhood. The ride back, after I picked up the bike, was a good hour. I was very happy with that bike.

It was stolen, and recovered the next day, when a bike theft ring was busted, a few months before its final theft. I vowed to never leave it outside my attic apartment, again. Too bad I didn't stick to my guns.
 
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I had a plastic building set. The set had floors, windows, doors, etc. You could make small, multistory modern buildings. I loved it. I had a set of blocks that I loved ,too. Also, I had an erector set, and a brick building set. One of my childhood dreams was to buy an immense number of brick sets and erector sets, and build my own model Empire State Building. I do have a 3 foot model of the Empire State Building, and I own 1 share of stock in the corporation, which owns the the building. I get a "rent check" every other month for 11 cents.

But. it's a toss up between the building sets, and my "tee-you bear". My ratty teddy bear.
 
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My comic book collection. I had the original Spiderman comic. The original Xmen comic. I had all the appearances of The Black Widow when she appeared in the Daredevil comix for a brief romance. I had the original Fantastic Four comic.

No "complete up to now" collections, but definitely the first couple of years because I wanted to read the story arcs.

I went off to summer camp one year and came back to find my elder sisters had thrown ALL OF THEM OUT, saying "Oh, you're too old for this stuff!"

Yes, I thought they were idiots then....and I still consider it the stupidest thing they ever did "on my behalf". Yeah, thanks a lot - NOT.

LOL!
 
My first pocket knife. It was a rite of passage in our family that at age 8 a boy can be trusted with a pocket knife. One of the very few pleasant father/son memories I have is the two of us, on the afternoon of my eighth birthday, going to a sporting goods store and picking one out.
I lost it at age sixteen over the side of a sailboat in Hawaii when I was changing out a jib sail for a smaller one when a major windstorm came up.
It's somewhere in the mud at the bottom of Kaneohe bay.
 
My picture album started by my mom when I was born-also called "Baby book" that got misplaced while I was having a moving situation long ago--treasured family pictures gone forever...
 

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