Originally Posted by nance-ell

I wanted a piano, which I never got. My parents didn't think I would stick with lessons and they couldn't afford to spend that much money on the instrument, lessons, etc and then I drop it in a few months. Today I have a Yamaha digital keyboard and I'm trying to teach myself to play at almost 53! Wish my mother was here to see it

I always wanted was a matching bedroom suite. I remember practically drooling over the antique white suite in the Sears and/or Penney's catalog. No way were my parents going to buy new furniture, but my mother refinished everything in my room in antique white! Even her cedar chest because it was in my room. After my parents were gone, I had that cedar chest restored to it's original finish and it is gorgeous! I look at it and am amazed that Mother was actually willing to paint over that finish just because it was what I wanted. My refinishing guy is amazing, and I love the job he did, but if you look very, very closely, you can still see a little of that white paint in the grain of the wood. It actually makes me smile to see that remembering that my dear, wonderful Mother loved me that much.

I also always wanted a Barbie doll house and never got one. But, when my niece was around 8, I bought her one and that probably brought me more joy than having one would have when I was a child.

This is a great thread! Thanks for posting it! I've really enjoyed reading the responses. Nostalgia is a wonderful thing.

Originally Posted by lovingmama

Always wanted a rocking chair for my Mother, so she could do her cross word puzzles in it. Also a plate full of black licorice, that my brother would get me when he grew up.

Many years after my mother's passing, I finally got a rocking chair and rocked my children in it. Can't help but think of my mother, when I sit in it. I wish it could've been her sitting here.

As for the licorice, I know it will never happen and I'm for sure my brother has long forgotten, but I still wish I could have it.

Sometimes it seems things come to late or they will not happen at all, but that's Ok too. We have memories that no one can take and are fortunate to have them. For some, they don't even have memories to warm their hearts.

Originally Posted by burchquilts

When I was little, I wanted a playhouse out in the backyard. Actually I wanted a very specific playhouse that belonged to a girl who was several years older than I was. It matched their house in miniature & if I close my eyes, I can still see it!

I also wanted the black haired Chatty Cathy (I have dark hair & got tired of all the blond dolls out there). My folks didn't get how important the dark hair was to me & they (OK, "Santa") got me the blond one. I liked her but I still really wanted the one with black hair.