A lot of us are pack rats. We keep stuff and never get rid of stuff. We collect more stuff as the years go by. I still have my Hot Wheels cars and the beginner's set of track. It's somewhere in our garage. I can remember my sister and I smacking each other with sections of the orange track as we chased each other through the house when we were kids.
Ya know, them things HURT when you get hit with them! I also still have a few toy guns that fire caps. Remember taking a whole roll of them and setting on the sidewalk with a rock and hitting or scraping the caps to get them to go off?
I also still have my skateboard from a Christmas long ago. I gave my sister my Ken doll years ago. When I got him as a gift, it was not to long before they came out with ACTION FIGURES! G.I. Joe, Captain Action, and others. Me and my friends went bonkers over them. I ended up with five or six of each one.
Of course, I found and still have several of my stuffed animals from when I was still in diapers. I might hang on to those for when I'm in the old folks home and back to wearing diapers!
I also found several of the plastic eggs that Silly Putty came in. One of them still had the putty from about four of them eggs. If you dropped it, it might break your toe. I"ve found numerous little green soldiers, tanks, jeeps and such. As I got older, the stuff changed.
In my teens, I had black light posters. I still have them. I'm afraid to try to unroll them. I have all of my albums. You know -- the good stuff: Three Dog Night, Steppenwolf, The Who, Santana, Deep Purple, Foghat, Led Zepplin, and many more. 'Course some are just a little warped. I also still have a few 8-track tapes and the 8-track player for them.
I found several car keys from cars I have had over the years, which I wish I still owned.
I've have LOTS of camping stuff. I need to get out a few of my tents to see if they are still usable. At last count, I think there are at least five or more mess kits. I have enough fishing poles to open up a store. Stringers? I've got a bunch, but they are all tangled up. And that's not counting the poles and stringers and all the tackle boxes and such from my Dad. Yep. He was a pack rat, too.
I don't know why, I've even still got some clothes from back in the day. Now, why in the world would I need a leisure suit? And those damn platform boots. I got them for doing DISCO!! And I hated disco. . . still do to this day. But the young lady I was chasing back then was into Disco and Barry Manilow. When she decided that we needed to take up Roller Disco, I had to put my foot down without falling in those platform boots.
She wanted matching everything for Roller Disco. The shorts she picked out were so tight on me that my voice went up several octaves and I could not sit down in them without being cut in two. They were so tight that if I farted, the sound would come out of the waist band instead of one of the leg holes. They were so tight, that after an hour of wearing them, my legs were swollen so big that I would have to be cut out of them to get them off.
Yep, fond memories come with some of the stuff we gather in our life times. Other things though? I started to have nightmares about the Disco shorts. Maybe it's time to let some of this stuff go.
Anybody need a pair of size 8 platform Disco boots?