Eek! My ex stored my antiques, childhood memories, Barbies with homemade outfits that my mother and aunts made for me out in his garage. It was part of our separation agreement that he'd store these
3 boxes until I found a bigger place to dwell. When I finally picked up the boxes (imagine my horror of finding them in garage!), I wound up dumping 90% of my memories in his garbage can. Everything was covered in a layer of mold including my very first baby doll.Since then I'm not quite as attached to things (still have a problem with books and pictures though), hurts too much.
Loss of different colors...
Egads, I think I need a swirlie!!! LOL
-- Margie