The earliest gift my parents gave me that I can remember was a little suitcase. Full disclosure: it was red not brown but it was little and I was instantly taken with the myriad roles this suitcase would play in my life; a trusty companion on journeys to far away magical destinations with strange customs (e.g., sleepovers at my cousins' house), a spot to hide left over candy and last but not least a suitable place to pack all the ballgowns and jewels I was going to wear on my trips obviously.
Fast forward many moons and I am still captivated by suitcases and the adventures and discoveries they conjure up. I am a bit suprised by the lack of ballgown and jewel wearing thus far though.
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