One piece of memorabilia I wish I had kept from my childhood is my first stuffed animal, a small, worn-out brown bear named Buttons. It was a gift from my grandmother and went with me everywhere--from road trips to doctor's visits--offering comfort during tough times. Buttons had one ear slightly torn and a little patch sewn on the belly, but that just made it more special. Losing it during a move felt like losing a piece of my early memories. It held sentimental value because it reminded me of feeling safe, loved, and connected to my family.