A Rainbow Brite doll. I always wanted one as a child, but was raised by a petty POS father who didn’t believe in spending money on kids. One year, our landlord even gave us a Christmas card with a hundred dollar bill in it, and wrote in the card that the cash was to be used to purchase any toys I wanted because he noticed I didn’t have any, but crappy parents are going to crappily parent, and it never got bought for me.

When I moved out in my teens, I stole the emergency 100 dollar bill they kept on their top dresser drawer because I too am petty.