Before my parents got married, my Dad acquired a small soft-toy camel. He left the RAF soon after they were married, and his stripes were sewn to the camel’s legs. Over the years he put badges and pins on it from things we did or achieved as a family - a CND badge from the Aldermaston marches which he policed, my Tufty Club badge, BOAC Junior Jet Club badge, school prefect badge, my first nursing name badge etc. When he died, it was the only thing of his I really wanted, and the rest of the family weren’t bothered so it now sits on my piano.
It has no monetary value at all, but it’s the story of my childhood, and it’s worth the world to me.