There were a few things I was attached to as a kid. One was this music box, with a girl on it holding an umbrella. You took the girl off she was a part of the lid and there was a circular container for whatever treasures.
I think I was five years old when I got it. You would wind it up and it would play Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head. I always stop when I hear this song even now, and it takes me back to that music box. Whenever I watch Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, I just love the scene they use this song in, it is just a happy go lucky scene. I still like the rain, and I bet it is due to this music box.
I don’t remember what happened to it. I was rough on my things as a kid, I was one of those girls who would give her barbie’s a haircut, and often broke their heads off. I wanted to see how they worked. I wasn’t nice to my stuff until I was a little older. It was made out of plastic, so, I am sure my Mom tossed it when it became damaged.
The other item was a little ring with a fake sapphire in it, I think it may have been from a yard sale, or something. Sapphire is my birthstone, and dark blue is still one of, if not my favorite, colors. I kept that thing so long. I think again, I was five or six when I got that, I begged to get it, and my Mom said okay. It wasn’t expensive it was like a dollar ring.
I lost it on my high school graduation day. It somehow slipped off my finger along the pathway. I have very small hands, almost child like. I think it was on my pinkie by this time.
I went back to try and find it, and I couldn’t. I guess like my childhood, the ring’s time with me was up. I have had some sapphire rings since that were real, but I lost all of them in the move. Maybe I’ll buy another in the future.
The Infamous Jennisfora Strikes Again...or something like that 