Your oldest possession?

My 1967 Harley Davidson XLCH Ironhead 900 & my grandfathers 1916 active service medal.

maudgonner wrote: »

Pinkie, my first teddy bear from when I was a baby. He's not in too bad shape, a few bald patches and one eye, one button-replacement-eye.

I won't post a photo of him here though cause he doesn't have any clothes on and we all know not to share nude photos of others on the internet, don't we children?

Pinkie is the name of my first bear too. She's been around the world with me, had to be rescued from train tracks with the train speeding towards her, spent a while lost in Cambodia (God only knows what she got up to!), and now lives in my mum's house - a lot less pink than she once was, but still very much loved.

Most of the rest of my childhood stuff got lost through a fire, but, thankfully, Pinkie escaped and is keeping an eye on my mum now!

Have a rake of old photos (well parents have)...going back into 1800s...,some of which are from America...some amazing stories behind them afaik....if I ever get around to actually listening to the father telling them

Personally....I've a great collection of Waterfor jerseys going back to when I was around 8 or 9

I still have my first few tip-kick mechanical football players from when I was little. They're all hand painted by my very young me in the colours of my favourite clubs (it was 'complicated' already back then) and one or two have have 'custom' filed shooting feet for special shots like lobs or low bombs.

A couple of jam jars of fossils. Gastropods, ammonites and bivalves.

A couple of hundred million years old.

I used to have a little tractor/digger thing when I was a kid, around 3 or 4 years old. Most families had one in their garden somewhere, it had pedals and you could cycle around on it and there was a bucket at the front that lifted up when you pulled a lever.

Anyway, one day the bucket lever mechanism broke, and the bucket was just dragging along the ground making it impossible to ride around on. One day my uncle came over, found an old length of brown wire (my dad is an electrical engineer, the garage was full of them), and tied the bucket lever so that the lever was up off the ground!

Now, this also meant that I couldn't lower the bucket but I didn't really care, as long as I could ride it around the garden I was delighted. My uncle who made that quick fix died years later of cancer, and a couple of years after that we had a skip in the garden as we were having a bit of a clear out. I spotted that someone had put the digger in there, so I hopped into the skip, untied that brown wire, and brought it inside.

Around 24 years later I still have it, in my little memory drawer with loads of other stuff from my childhood. Sorry for the super long post, but that is my oldest and probably most cherished possession!