When I was about 5 my Dad was getting tired of me getting into his tools so he bought me a set of tools for Christmas that year. Nothing really great of course as he expected they would be left laying around everywhere the same way I had been 'forgetting' to put his tools back that I wasn't supposed to be into on the first place. I got a small metal toolbox with a hammer, a small tape measure, a try square, a youth sized handsaw, a couple screwdrivers, and a pair of pliers.
Anyway, it's 56 years since he gave me those tools and the only one I have left is a pair of Craftsman slip joint pliers. They are just a good as the day I got them, mostly because it's a tool I found little use for, then or now. But it's one of the few things I have that my Dad gave me, not the most important, but still It's my most treasured tool. He's gone but I'll always have those life lessons he taught me and that pair of pliers, which I'll probably never use but will hang on to forever. :-)