I was once at my friend Cynthia's house hanging out and I came across her Jewelry box. I got super excited because I had very vivid memory of wanting this specific box. She was nice enough and said I could have it, since it was just collecting dust. I promised her I'd give it a good home.
If it weren't for these things, I probably wouldn't remember most of my childhood, no joke. Now for a quick downer back story about this box. My brother passed away when I was six years old and a lot of lovely people tried to comfort me with love and tons of toys, because toys can temporarily fill voids. This sweet older lady who lived across the street would visit me a lot, and she'd always bring me coloring books and Hello Kitty paraphernalia. It was getting close to Christmas and she asked me what I really wanted for Christmas. I told her I wanted THAT jewelry box. I even told her what mall I saw it at (Plaza Pasadena at the time). So this sweet lady promised me she'd get it for me. Christmas came and she brought me my gift, which was not the box ! I was a little brat and I was disappointed. I think I even said it was the wrong box and she promised me to get the right one eventually. (She never did) Sorry Phyllis! I didn't know any better! I love the box to this day.
This is the box she gave me: