For our final assignment, tell the tale of your most-prized possession. If you’re up for a twist, go long — experiment with longform and push yourself to write more than usual.
As a child growing up I discovered I had a love for collecting things. Everyone else had similar interests from playing sports, dancing, and going on camping trips. All I wanted to do was build whatever collection peaked my interest at the time. My collections stemmed from my fascination with rocks and gemstones, stuffed animals, porcelain dolls and Barbie dolls, Sanrio character memorabilia, grass hoppers (that didn’t last too long), treasure trolls, and my favorite, glow in the dark jewelry. I had so many prized possessions in all of my collections; I still have some of my collectors’ item dolls and rocks to this day. One year we attended my father’s annual Company Christmas party, which was something we never wanted to miss. The employees usually received complementary stays at various hotels or expensive gifts to thank them for all their hard work. The children would also take part in the gift giving; there was always a station to take pictures with Santa which included a present at the end. That year I was around seven or eight but I received the cutest, softest, and most adorable white fur reindeer stuffed animal. I was so in love with my gift that I took it with me everywhere I went (School was off limits, moms orders).
I called her Isha and wanted to love her forever and keep her as long as I could. Even when my mom thought it was time to hand over some of my toys to my younger sister or donate a few things I never passed on my Isha. When I started junior high I had to clean out my room and get rid of some of my childhood “stuff” as my parents would say. I bagged a lot of old items I didn’t care for anymore and clothes I’d outgrown. I even had to bag my stuffed animal collection including my favorite of all, Isha. My mom told me not to worry that everything would be safe in the attic and that I could always get something down if I needed to. That set my heart at ease and helped me feel better about the transition.
One Saturday morning my mother decided to have a garage sale to free up space in the garage and the attic. I woke up about 10 o’ clock and could see the action going on in our driveway. Boxes that were once full of shoes and handbags were completely emptied out. Some chests and suitcases we filled with party dresses and costumes were now half full and the bins full of my old toys were barren. There was a lady there with her son and young daughter who were buying pretty much everything. The young girl was probably three or four years old and had the cutest, softest, and most adorable white fur reindeer stuffed animal tucked under her left arm.
“Isha!” I yelled running towards the little girl and her mother, “I’m sorry but this one is not for sale.”
“Oh no, well it was in the box.” The woman answered.
My mom now walking over to see what was going on.
“Mom why are my stuffed animals down here?” I demanded.
“I’m sorry I thought this was the bag of stuff you didn’t’ want.” She replied.
The little girl was now gripping Isha around her neck while her mother forcefully tried to take it from her. Her eyes lowered as she began sniffling, tears filling her eyes, at the loss of her new found treasure.
“Here you go.” The woman handed Isha back to me, now trying to console her daughter but she wouldn’t let up.
How could I take Isha back now, I felt terrible even demanding her back in the first place.
I gave my prized possession a tight squeeze and kiss.
“Don’t cry it’s all yours,” handing Isha over to the little girl. Her face lit up as she grabbed her new found treasure.
“You promise to take care of her?”
She nodded with a serious face.
“Tell her thank you.” The woman said.
Even though I was sad to see something I treasured now gone, I was happy to know that Isha would bring someone else joy like she brought me.