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When I was in 2nd grade, we brought in tins used for peanuts, painted the outside with paste, and wrapped it in multicolor yarn. Few kids poked holes in the bottom for plants. Some decorated the cap so it was was cute storage container. My dad threw it away when I got home and gave it to him.

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I found a bunch of that crap I made as a kid in a box up in the garage rafters when I cleared out my parents house 10 years ago. Fucking ugly stuff, but mom saved it! Made for some excellent memories during a stressful period. Reminisced, laughed like crazy at it and then threw it away and moved on to the next box/item. Good therapy.

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Wish I'd had that. My dad wanted me aborted and wasn't quiet about it. There are almost no photos of me prior to about my mid 20s

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I’m glad he failed. You’re a good man.

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Funny. My mother just told me she pulled the one I made in first grade out of the closet.

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I made a blue bowl instead of an ashtrash. I never follow the crowd.

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My "ashtray" was a bowl, and my mom used it every day to put her rings in while doing the dishes.

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Did you eat the paste too?

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My mom saved every shitty drawing, art piece etc I ever made. She has them in a box she goes through often.