Do you have stuff from your childhood?
 

Or, what's the oldest thing of yours that you still have? Not old as in absolute time, I mean from your lifetime.

In these days of clearing clutter, what do you hold on to? I have very little. The "oldest" things I have are a couple of books from my early teens.

Mostly this was because my parents moved to another country when I was a teenager, so we got rid of everything. Then, our house was sold after my Mom died and I didn't get a chance to get my stuff out.

My parent held on to some of my baby stuff, so I've got that stuff. Cup, blanket, chew toy (wait, I guess for humans they call them teething rings.)

I have several handicraft items knitted for me by my grandmother -- one was a crochet rug (with my name in it) for my dollhouse. The other is a crochet clown. Both were made for me when I was about 3-4 years old.

I have a stuffed animal (Benji the dog) from about the same time period.

Most of the stuff I had when I was a real baby was left behind when my parents brought me to the US.

I have a bracelet and necklace set that my Dad bought me when I was about 7 or 8. *smiles* too small to wear, and the silver's gone a bit rank lol. But it's there...at the bottom of a little box. Underneath the bits and pieces. I have a very battered (but still with it's dust cover!) copy of the complete Sherlock Holmes, and a complete works of Shakespeare...somewhere...not quite sure...think they may be down at J's house. I had to store bits and pices with other people when I moved in here. They were both childhood acquisitions. I think I may have been about 10 or 11 when I got Sherlock. Maybe 12 for Shakespeare. Most books I off-loaded. But Sherlock, Shakespeare and my autographed copy of The Crucible, I kept.

A teddy bear from the early 60's or 50's. And a bunch of other little stuff, toys mostly. Another Whinney the Pooh Bear I got when I was 6 or 7.

Scattered around everywhere, I still have probably every book I ever owned. Except for my Nancy Drew my brother ran over with his moped and tore right down the spine ( I was laying out in the sun on a blanket and had laid the book down in an open position. Brother thought it'd be funny to buzz me and try to scare me since I was half asleep.) I gave that book to him a couple years ago at Christmas. He couldn't believe I'd kept it. I still give him crap about that.

We've all got baggage from our childhood. :haha:

The dollhouse my dad built for me for X-mas when I was five, complete with furnishings. I re-painted it and gave it to Princess for X-mas when she was five. Also the locket my grandpa bought for me the day I was born.

True dat.

I don't know why, but I've been lugging a plaster casting of a dinosaur footprint with my (tiny) handprint on the back, circa age 4.5.

Also, my childhood teddy bear that got me through many a scary night.

Dunno why I keep these two things around, I'm not particularly sentimental. But there they are, forever, I suppose.

I have an afghan my mom crocheted me way back when. It's now usually in the living room or sometimes one of the kids' rooms.

Depending on how you interpret "childhood," you might also consider my high school class ring, and my Phi Beta Kappa key, neither of which I wear, but are both packed away safely and are really the only mementos of my school days I've kept.

I had a large trunk in my room starting in the 2nd grade, and I've got lots of childhood treasures in there.

Yeah, I've got probably two dozen toys and knick-knacks. It's all small stuff though, about 3 shoeboxes' worth of space.

My genes are pretty old. Had 'em as long as I can remember.

The only thing I have is the wristband from my birth.