I still do have the little lunch bag that my mother made out of a towel and embroidered with my name on it for when I went to kindergarten.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I was six, someone in my family gave me a yellow pencil holder that had my name printed on it. I still have it, and when I'm doing table work in rehearsal, I use it to carry my highlighters and other writing utensils. I love it.
I'm a disorganized mess. My purse is gross: I once found a shoulder pad, string cheese, and a Christmas ornament in it!
I had the lunchbox that cleared the cafeteria. I was very unpopular in the early grades. Because I hung out with my grandfather, I started to bring my lunchbox with sardine sandwiches and calamari that I would eat off my fingers like rings. I was also always reeking of garlic.
As a kid I collected stamps, pebbles on the beach, anything. I liked to have at least 10 of something.
My parents got me a sewing machine for Christmas during my senior year of high school. I made three pieces of clothing and had a fashion show at the end of the year, where we had to wear the clothes that we made. I took it to a whole new level; I made all my friends clothes.
My mom is the recycling Nazi, and I always bring a bag to the grocery store.
My mom dressed me in silk to go to elementary school. In kindergarten, they sent me home because I couldn't do finger painting in my dress.
I bought tiny infant onesies while still in college and compiled a killer toy collection throughout my 20s and 30s.
One of my favourite items is a very old jacket - it was my mum's uniform from when she was working 15 or 20 years ago.
We used tea towels for gloves until we got proper ones and were always breaking our mum's ornaments. She'd come home and find us all sat in our boxer shorts, out of breath and our skin red raw. She hated it.