Oldest... oh, geez, I don't remember. I know my plush Wobbuffet was really special to me in fifth grade. I used to bring it to school every day and bop my friends in the head with it. Eventually its back split open, and my mom had to sew it up. I remember I started crying one day because I thought someone stole it... it turned out the little bitch who sat next to me took it and hid it in her desk.