I don't know if there is one true answer to your question, but I will say this... reading what you wrote, hearing the wonder and excitement of your words in my head, made me happy, like a five year old getting a new box of crayons.

I think it depends on the experiences we each had as a child, and how we relate to those experiences now, as we are older. I love stuffed animals, personally, and I think that's because there were days (and nights) that it felt like my stuffed animals were the only ones who really understood. It wasn't until I was older, I started to learn that I could express myself with words, poetry. I started to collect pens and pencils, ones that were different, special. And now, older, I collect lighters that I find pretty, because often the only break from the stress I get is going outside to smoke a cigarette and sit quietly and just be.

Different people connect with different things, depending on their experiences, but I just love the way you wrote about your new box of crayons.