My daughter gave me a key ring with a leather fob that says “DAD” one Christmas when she was a little squirt. At the time the leather was stiff and a bit uncomfortable in my pocket, but it was nice to have something that distinguished my keys from the rest.
Now nearly 2 decades later it is much darker, very soft and pliable. A small tear has started across the skinny part and the word “DAD” is barely legible.
I suppose that stands as a testimony to just how useful it has been to me. It is also a nice memory of an excited little girl standing in front of me at Christmas with a gift she had picked out all by herself.