Sentimental attachments

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Does anyone else have ridiculous sentimental attachments to inanimate objects?

I just found out my mum gave away my childhood toys to charity without telling me... and I actually started crying in the office!

I know, I know, i'm pathetic... but that's not even the worst of it :hehe:

I've had sentimental attachements to the most pointless of objects. The controller from my first TV. My pet rock from primary school. A rotting papermache angel that I still insist has to go on top of the tree at christmas :p

I even kept a chocolate Teddy Bear that someone gave me on my 16th birthday until last year... I was 22... it was not pretty. But I just couldn't throw it away.

I don't know what it is that makes silly things so important to me, but I get really upset and emotional about it :csad:

Does anyone else have any old toys, keepsakes etc that they are attached to?
 
My Grandfather, my Uncle, my Aunt, my Great-Aunt, my Grandmother, my other Uncle, my other Grandmother, my other Grandfather, my cat....

Well, they're all inanimate now.
 
It's okay to have that type of attachment, and yes, I do.
 
A quarter.

When I was a kid, I would visit my grandparents a lot. My grandfather had a garage, separate from the house, that he kept locked with a padlock. Well, I would play in there for hours, building all sorts of projects. Then I'd lock up, and hang the key in the kitchen. On the keyring, was a quarter. Pop-Pop had drilled a hole in it, close to the edge, and threaded it on the ring.

When he passed away, a little over 10 years ago, I took the lock, key, and quarter for myself. I keep the lock and key in a safe place, but that quarter has been on my keyring ever since. And I would sooner give up the keys to my car, then that quarter.
 
You're asking this on a site that's primarily geared towards comic-book fanboys, so I'll state the obvious... my comics. Even the lame early 90's ones, like my Dark-Hawks, Sleep Walkers, West Coast Avengers and yes *sigh* NFL Superpros. To other people they're crap, but to me they're treasured childhood memories.

Besides that, shirts, gifts, cards and trinkets ex-girlfriends gave to me. They're not trophies, they're bittersweet reminders of something we once had.
 
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my pillow, it goes everywhere with me

mom tried to stuff that badboy in a bin many a time
 
My grandpa gave me my first wallet shortly before he died, I was 12 and still have it to this day. Also a Cap watch, I could never part with it.
 
I've been bugging my mom to dig up my Superman towel. I'm going to be very upset with her if she threw it away. She'd scream like a ***** if I threw away her Star Wars ****, so it's only fair.
 
How could I forget, Sun?!?! Sun is a plush Woody Woodpecker doll I was given by my grandmother, dad's mom, when I was about 2. He went everywhere with me. As far as I'm concerned, when I had my tonsils removed, so did he. He went with me into the operating room, and was with me when I woke up. Over the last 33 years, he's been restuffed, has his beak repaired, his hands and feet replaced, and his eyes have been glued back on countless times.

When I first became a father 9 years ago by marrying into parenthood, Sun helped my then 4 year old daughter get through thunderstorms. He's very brave! And now, he pops in from time to time, to cheer up my 3 year old.

Who knows, maybe one day, he'll be there for my grandkids.
 
Having a sentimental side along with OCD drives me crazy at times. The combination has led me to hang on to the most ridiculous stuff.
 
I still have a filthy Winnie the Pooh that my dad bought for me when I was born from 1978. Sitting on my bookshelf in my room to this day.
 
I have a talking Yoda I am attached to. It was originally a birthday gift for my girlfriend at the time, but decided not to give it to her...good thing because we broke up not long after. I even ran through an Earthquake to grab it before getting to safety! :P
 
I have a watch given as "mangagement" gift in response to the ring I gave her.

The watch was engraved with our initials and her second response after I proposed.
 
It took me a LOT longer than it should have to put away the stuffed penguin I got when I was an infant. Seriously, to this day it sits on a shelf in my closet, watching over all my dress shirts.

Also, I absolutely adored Godzilla when I was younger, and I naturally I had a few well-loved monster toys, my favorite being one which roared when you pressed a little red button on his chest. It sits atop my computer to this day. And I haven't had to change the batteries once, which is mind-blowing.
 
My dad has a little box, which I made in 8th grade metal shop, he keeps in his dresser. It holds all kinds of little stuff. The Lego my brother had to go to the emergency room to have removed from his nose. A tag from a Christmas present I gave him that reads, "To: Dad, From: Mite", among other stuff.

Hell, he still has the sugar bowl he made for his dad in wood shop when he was in high school.


By the way, I love this thread! I get home, I'm starting something like this on Facebook.
 
I got a Charizard card my dad bought me off Ebay back in 98, 99 or whenever that stuff came out. I see myself as holding onto it.
 
Also, I absolutely adored Godzilla when I was younger, and I naturally I had a few well-loved monster toys, my favorite being one which roared when you pressed a little red button on his chest. It sits atop my computer to this day. And I haven't had to change the batteries once, which is mind-blowing.


I have that same Godzilla( still works too). My grandfather was a fan and had a collection before he died. He left it to me. So I have the small figure which I keep near my computer and a larger one that sits on top of my movie bookcase. The rest I keep in a box.

I also have a box of memories. It's just small junk , notes , letters , awards ,etc. Stuff I'd like to look through when I'm older.
 
A stuffed triceratops that my dad paid way too much money at the Museum of Natural History when I was around five years old. The purchase caused an argument between my parents on how my dad shouldn't have spent that much money on it. I'm 27 now, I've still got it, and my mom is glad she was wrong.

The ribbon that served as a collar for the first dog I ever personally euthanized. He was a newborn puppy with a congenital birth defect that would've killed him anyway.

A ratty old piece of the t-shirt that served as the last blanket my first ferret had. She died in it, and was cremated in the shirt. I keep it in my wallet.
 
A Fievel doll I got when I was a little kid, a huge Ernie from Sesame Street doll I got from my grandmother, the Slave I I got when I was 12, and the Kingdom Come graphic novel I bought when I was 17, it's what got me into comics.
 
I don't really get too attached to things, but when I'm cleaning out my room there are some random things that I have trouble throwing away. But then I remember that it's all just useless junk, so I get rid of it all anyway.
 
'Big Bear' (yes, that's his name) a 'large' stuffed, gray bear, who was given to me on the week of my birth by my surrogate grandparents, and was 2 inches larger than I was, hence the name.

I used to take him everywhere with me, even to the exclusion of my dolls (whom I loved/love dearly) I even sewed him a tiny little bow-tie for when my best friend and I had tea parties.

I have other assorted toys with fond memories, but they're all packed up at this point. But Big Bear still sits on my bed.
 

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