I have a bunch of them, mostly stuff from particularly nostalgic periods in my life. I get sentimental so easily haha. I still have this really old fleecy coat I’ve had since I started school. I’d never give it up even though it’s not my style anymore as I mostly wear puffer coats now
A corner hutch from my great-grandmother.
A first edition “From here to Eternity” that I found in the corner hutch while visiting my great-grandmother.
A set of hand drawn and colored fashion drawings the previous owner of my great-grandmother’s house did that I found in her attic when I was playing up there as a kid.
Grandfather’s handmade metal spoon and chop sticks that he made in Korea during the war.
Louisville Stoneware Marine Corps decanter and cup set the my grandfather gave my parents when they got married.
My first Leatherman.
A small yellow teddy bear wearing a bib that says “My First Bear” that my aunt gave me when I was born.
And the list goes on. A majority of what decorates my abode that isn’t LEGO’s is sentimental stuff.
The stuff from before I was physically disabled by cars while commuting. Mostly my bicycle racing stuff. My skills matter to me a lot, so like when people appreciate or recall them and ask me stuff about them, even when I do not have the ability to do them any more, I get sentimental.
fuck cars
My grandfather’s scarf. He passed away in 2022 on Christmas Eve. I wasn’t very close to him, he had dementia for my entire life but I feel closer to him when I wear it. I freaked this week because I brought to a party and forgot about when I left but it was still there and somebody put it respectively on a hanger.
I don’t really have one. I moved countries a coupe years ago and did a very good purge on things I didn’t actually need.
Me too, and I really regret it.
My PC. I built it and spend so many enjoyable hours gaming with it. If my apartment was on fire, it would be first on my list of rescue, followed by my g/f’s cat, then my g/f.
I’ve got a plush doggie that my grandmother gave me when I was around 3, he never left me, still got him at 38 years old. His eyes were changed along the years as I kept on losing them, but it’s still a reminder of all those years and of her. He sits on the shelf in front of my bed, so even know he’s always watching me
I have a steel spoon, that my parents got by sending away cereal box tops or baby food lids or something like that. It’s engraved, and says in my native language, “ℕ𝔼𝕄𝕆 𝔻𝕀𝔻 𝕀𝕋”, in that exact font (which is why I use it for my display name).
Thry fed me baby food with it. I ate my breakfast cereal with it every day as a child and teen. I still eat with it whenever I need a spoon.
Oh my god I’m the same too so I totally get you. I still eat with this fork and spoon I’ve had since I was 6ish? I also have this beautiful little egg spoon that looks like it belongs in an antiques shop. It has this really nice vintage pattern on it. It’s comforting and seems to make everything taste better doesn’t it?
I also have the Wedgewood Peter Rabbit silver set from childhood, but I only use the knife anymore, as a cheese knife. They’re way too small for my adult hands.
i have an old 4dl bob the builder mug i got when i was a kid. it doesn’t even have any of the print left, it’s just an ugly yellow mug with teethmarks. it used to have a cap too, but i lost that 20 years ago. i still use it when I’m too lazy to wash my stanley
My dad’s pool stick.
He struggled with addiction until the end. In the depths of alcoholism when he was selling everything to have money for it, he didn’t sell that. Even after the pool table was gone, he had no home, no money for food… Never sold it.
I’ll never part with it. It’s the thing that reminded him of what he had at one point. The life. The Business. The family.
There is a small box I have with sentimental things on it.
Inside, off the top of my head are as follows:
- Several movie theater tickets, recounting the moments I’ve been with friends and including one sole ticket where I had gone alone as a small victory for myself for not relying on friends to see a movie.
- High School Indoor and Outdoor tickets for graduation, obvious purpose.
- A 3D-Printed chip from a tech convention I attended, this holds some significance to me as it was the first time I’ve seen the early stages of 3D-Printing in person.
- The Graduation tassel with year charm.
- Several Digimon/Pokemon/FFVII-TTCG cards.
- Several exchanged notes with a middle-school teacher I had the hots for when I was working the same school she was.
- An original copy of one of my high school schedules.
- Few greeting cards, including one that could very well be the last from my grandpa who is due to pass away at somepoint.
My grandfather’s chess set he used to teach me chess. My grandmother’s piece of coloured glass she kept on her fireplace mantle. The key to my first car, which I drove for 16 years before a tree fell on it during an overnight ice storm. My access badge to the old World Trade Center from 2000. My kids’ first baby teeth.
These are important to me as gifts from my sister who passed away a few weeks ago. She gave them to me when I was 8 or something, and I’m 36 now. They are supposed to be for good luck & improved studies.
Those look wonderful. I’m so sorry for your loss. It’s beautiful that your sister gave them to you so long ago and that they’ve stayed with you all these years. They carry so much love and so many memories. I’m really glad you still have them
Just one? Hmm. Plaid flannel pyjama bottoms that used to be a friend’s, but who lost her battle to against cancer years ago. They’re comfy AF, and the perfect ingredient to any day off, just like she was.
My Leatherman Wave and my olive green Shemagh scarf are both close to 20 years old now so would be quite a bummer to lose either one of them. The Leatherman already almost got stolen once.
Stuffed animal i got as a gift bought from the hospital when born is basically just a head now planning on sewing out onto another stuffed animals body.
I have an old tie from my late grandfather, that was part of his uniform while working for the railways. My entire family is basically a rail family, as I’m the third or even forth generation working for the railways. At that time, working for the railways was deemed prestigeous, it gave you a status and a sense of pride and public duty. Since my grandfather played without a doubt the most influential role in my life and shaping me as I am today, being the only person in the world always there for me, unconditionally, this tie is something I have to remember him, and also kind of a passed legacy for me to continue towards our shared professional passion…
Fuck it, I’m literally sobbing right now…
