I had to really think about "this is..." this week. My favourite childhood possession? I really don't have much left from my childhood - my whole life and I travelled 3500 km with two suitcases, and most of that life included clothes, blankets and my still-to-be-completed statistics exam for my honours degree. The rest is probably still in mum and dad's spare room. Maybe I'm not much of a possessions person. Or maybe I am and I just don't know how to look after things.
Besides a 27 year old purse which holds our toll and parking money in the car, and my Sindy doll - now only a head due to her rotting torso (I'm not too sure the humidity was good for her) - this is probably the thing that I hold dearest to me from my childhood.
My memories of getting it are extremely fuzzy and mum or dad could tell the story better I'm sure. But what I recall is being really very sick in Caloundra on holidays. And there was a chemist we went to and mum or dad bought this brooch for me. I think I was three or four. Of course, this story could be completely false due to being a toddler and being sick and having an overly active imagination. It's now chipped and very battered. It probably will never be worn due to a very dodgy clip. But it's still mine and it's lovely.
Thank you so much Danielle and Angela.