i remember about my 9th birthday, we were so poor growing up, but that year i got a brand new shiny purple bike... tassels, basket and all!! i think that was the best!!

PS2 so i can sit for hours and just zone out. at least until my butt goes numb!

the christmas i was 6, i got my first bike...blue with a basket...

the heart necklace my husband and son bought me together when my son was around three

the cup my son made for me in first grade

the hand print picture my son gave me in first grade ya know the one with the poem : sometimes you get discouraged, because I am so small and always leave my fingerprints upon your nice clean walls
but every day I'm growing
Ill be grown up some day
and all those tiny handprints will surely fade away
heres a first grade handprint
just so you can recall
exactly how my fingers looked
when I was very small

dang, knocked myself right into a crying spell, I'm such an emotional thing...

Always, that is so romantic!!

Hiareth, I love the handprint poem. My mom still has ours from when we were little.

..was a transister radio that takes a 9 volt battery.

I have many but the first one that comes to mind is from the Christmas of 94. My Gram had died a few years prior and my Dad gave me her bible. There were passages she had highlighted, little cards us kids had sent her, it ment/means so much to me.

Oh, 1mom, that is the best gift. I love family heirloom stuff.

me too-I have a lot of stuff from my family that has been passed onto me. Call me a sentimental junkie.

I am hoping to get the letters my grandfather wrote my grandmother when he was in Germany in WW2. I really want those, but I am having a hard time getting them off my uncle.

i've gotten two dogs for my birthday so far, by far the best gifts... one for my sixth, had to put him down last summer, and one for my 20th...

oh, yeah... last year i was seeing a guy and he bought me a little diamond ring for my birthday "don't freak out, i'm not asking you to marry me. you've just put up with a lot for me and i wanted you to know how much it means" well that was really sweet... too bad heroin ended up meaning so much more... i still have it, took it out of its little box and was looking at it for a while the other day. its nice to have, though, when you're gonna go out and don't wanna deal w/ guys, throw it on my left ringfinger and i'm set...

Mine was a soft Rudolph toy that was flat like a hot water bottle and round and white and had a red light up nose when you squeezed his belly.

Id use his nose to read at night under my covers so I wouldnt wake my sister up.