I have a toy train from the 1976 USA bicentennial. I was born in 1974, so it’s the oldest thing I’ve owned since new.

Here’s an example on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4d4e_net1HQ

Made by Lionel to be a ‘gotta catch them all’ type deal, which they milked for four years if you wanted the full 15 piece set (engine, caboose, and 13 boxcars for the 13 original colonies). I do not have them all, but both my dad & I each had the engine, and between us we had enough of the common cars to build a nice enough playset to run around the Christmas tree.

Mildly interesting, in that Lionel can build some really nice toys, but this was not one of them. Train collectors call this generation the “Mostly Plastic Crap” era, and this set solidly ticks that box. Perhaps interesting (or frustrating), Lionel also made quality stuff during this exact same timeframe. You just had to know what to look for. But in hindsight, probably a good thing this was cheap. If it had been a nice set, I wouldn’t have gotten to play with it as a 2 year old…

Over the years I’ve updated these engines with the better parts, I’d argue they run better than when they were new. Quite proud of that - as a kid I ran my engine until it simply could not run any more. Decades later I was able to not only repair it, but improve it. It will not ever be valuable, but it still makes me happy when I pull them out & run them around. Really triggers the old memories.

Guitar. My dad gave me his 1964 Guild T100D when I was about 15. So I’ve had it for… 40 years!
It’s a beaut. Thin, sunburst hollow body with a pair of humbuckers and beautiful f-holes

Hmmm…space invaders cartridge for the vc2600 from 1980. Jeez am I an old fart…still gaming daily since then.

I have a coffee cup with Hercules Disney move theme that I drink from daily and is 29 years old.

I have a teddy bear that my parents bought for me the day I was born. Made this an easy answer.

I have a knife with a handle made of Mastodon tusks, it used to be my father’s. I have carbon dating paper work which dates it to 25000 bce. By far that’s my oldest object.

My double great grandfather was into coin collecting and I have his coin collection.

That specific coin was the first one he collected out of many niche coins.

My stuffed animal that i got when i was born in the hospital shop. Still has sentimental value but is mostly destroyed except the head.

I have a playstation 2 memory card somewhere :3, I had that since I was like 4. and yeah I just kinda kept it for the memories… my mom found it years after our ps2 broke and was gonna toss it but I took it

I have a stuffed animal from my mom’s childhood. I inherited it at some point in mine. Also have some knitted stuffed animals made for me by my great-grandmother when I was a pretty young. As for stuff I purchased myself, I have a pair of combat boots I bought in 1991 or 92 that are still alright. I also have a sweater I bought in college, probably 95 or 96, for $5 on a clearance rack. Thought I lost it last year and was actually pretty bummed.

This hourglass I stole in kindergarten. It was used to measure time for brushing teeth. It also used to have a suction cup, but over the years it partially decomposed.

i migrated when i was 25 with just one suitcase, so easy to narrow down to objects i brought and still have 22 years later, which would be 2 passports, one T-shirt that doesn’t fit since long ago, and an altimeter, which i brought because it is small and i used to be into climbing

The original dice from the D&D basic set from the 1980s. The numbers were grooves cut into the die and I had to use a crayon to fill them in so that they’d be more legible. Very sentimental about them.

My silver spoon. Got mine when I was baptized as a baby.
Contrary to the stereotype, I did not grow up rich and privileged.

Have used it as any other utensil my whole life. It’s a nice sized spoon. Not too big, not too small. Only downside to it, is that silver absorbs the temperatures of whatever food or beverage you stick it into, so if it’s really hot soup, prepare to get burned and if it’s icecream, it will be almost frosty to the touch. It’s not the prettiest sight, since I don’t bother polishing it. To me it has the same value as my childhood pair of scissors, that I got in kindergarten and still use today because they are still sharp. Shit was made to last back in the day. Even my teddy bear, which was once stolen by a classmate, who did his best to rip his head off - and failed - is solid. His seams are not giving up despite pushing 40 years on this planet. I genuinely don’t know what he’s made of, because that bear has been through ALOT and he still looks super well preserved, which is something most people in my life have commented on, when they have seen him on my bookshelf.

Probably some of my old SF books. I’ve definitely had many of them for more than 20 years. There’s probably one I’ve had more than 25 years.