What sad stories.
Sometimes I wonder if our parents were so "different" during their childhood that they seem to think that our "clinginess" towards toys (things that are ours) is silly or absurd, hence why when they throw them away or something of the like, they don't think it's a big deal. Hm.
Anyway, I must confess that the only thing I have from my childhood is my Super Nintendo, the original controller, and the very first game they bought me for it: Zelda (LttP).
I used to have some other things, like more videogames (for the SNes), stuffed animals, a Sailor Venus doll/AF (this was one of the two actual dolls I had, I think--I never liked dolls much), a little tea set, and some other things like that.
I also had some more special things: I had a box full of dried flowers that I loved, some notebooks where I had "sketches" (back from when I wanted to "make clothes"
), some medals and awards I got in grade school, and a jewelry box where I kept all of the fantasy jewelry that my family gave me because they knew I loved those things (and still do), so they would often give me them as gifts.
And, as you guys probably know, I'm a very sentimental person, so I got really attached to these things, especially the latter group.
I kept these things from since when I was really, really young to until when I was 13 or so.
Around this time, a distant relative of ours and his wife and baby needed a place to say, and guess who go kicked out of her room? Yep, me. I remember I only got like a 2 day's notice, which went something like: "Brenda, so and so is coming to stay here for a few weeks, so I need you to put all of your things in boxes and keep only what's essential because we're going to let them stay in your room."
!!
Naturaly, I asked her where, you know, *I* was going to sleep, since we didn't have a spare room, and she pointed the living room (I ended up sharing a room with her, though, which, in hindsight, was worse...). I had to put just about everything away, except my clothes and books and my PSO and other things like that.
I packed them, thinking that they were going to go inside the garage, but they went into a storage house instead, where they remained there for what seemed like forever. And then, to make it worse, my dad decided that those were all things that were completely unnecessary, so he ended up not bringing anything back! I bet he sold them.
Hello! It was just my stuff! Of course it wasn't necessary--to
you!!
The only reason my SNes was salvaged was because my nephews had it at the time.
So, that's really all I have from back when I was a child. It sucks.
I have all the things people have given me since I was a teenager, though, and some of them, like the letters written to me by a good friend, make me get all warm and fuzzy inside when I read them.
Oh, the better times. =\