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i didn't want to spend much time on this, so I did VERY rough sketches of each of the items lol. I guess I'll explain why each of these items mean so much to me

Top left: Purple pinchpot from 1st grade

So I made this pinchpot in first grade in art class. Every time I find myself lacking creativity or feeling like I'm no good at art, I look at this and remember just how far I've come. Though this pot is a lumpy, half glazed mess, it shows me just how far I've come and how far I still have to go.

Top middle: Squirrel salt and pepper shakers

So these things were apart of my grandmother's salt and pepper collection. Me, being the animal lover I am, saw them and asked her if I could have them. Knowing how much it would mean to me, she gifted them to me. Now, no matter how many arguments we get in, I still know she loves me, despite it all.

Top right: Frog Lilkinz Webkinz

My family moved almost every year of my childhood, up until my highschool years, meaning I was always in the middle of new people. One particular move, I was having trouble making friends. Then, one day, I saw another little girl playing with her frog webkinz on the bus, and, through some odd coincidence, I'd gotten the same one not long ago! I went over and sat next to her and we got to talking and talking and became best friends until I moved again the next year.

Bottom left: Purple wire/fabric butterfly

This story takes place all the way back before my first move I can remember. I was about 2 months into 3rd grade when I found out I'd be moving. My teacher at the time gave me her butterfly as a parting gift. The butterfly has come with me through every move since then and, though it's a bit tattered now, it makes me smile when I look at it.

Warning, this next one gets a bit emotional. Deals with death. Read at your own discretion

Bottom right: Angel ornament

Every year as part of a family tradition, all of us (well over 50 people) would gather at my grandparent's house and they would give us all a present. This year, my grandfather, Papa, gave me an angel ornament. I didn't think much of it at the time, since I'm not a particularly religious person, so I ended up just putting it in some drawer afterwards. However, a couple weeks later, Papa passed away. It broke me. He was 92 years old and I guess I just didn't see how sick he was. A few weeks later, I found the ornament again. Being the last thing Papa had given me, I hung it up on my board and haven't taken it down since. When I moved, it was the first thing I unboxed. I haven't really told this story before, and it still makes me cry even though it's been a couple of years, but this is by far the most meaningful thing in my room.

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aww, that means so much to me! thank you <3