My family is bad about passing things on such as furniture and pictures so it is nothing like that... But I have a stuffed bear named "Dressy" that my Dad bought me when I was 3 years old. I actually remember him buying the bear for me. He and my grandma were taking me shopping for clothes and the stuffed bears were in a big pile near the front of the store. I grabbed him and carried him around with me while we shopped. Dad couldn't take him away at the end of the trip so I got to take him home with me. I named him Dressy because I got several new dresses that day. To this day, I think Dressy is my most prized posession. He has a button sewed on for an eye, and his fur isn't soft anymore because my mom burned him in the dryer once when she washed him (didn't she know better than to put him in the dryer?).
Oh.. you didn't ask us to tell you the story of how we got our posession did you?