Things you wish you still had

for something nice, here's a story of something I thought was lost forever, but I found it.
My dad's pocketwatch. He had given it to me, and it disappeared after he died. I found it years later in my grandma's drawer. I saw red, but I took it out to my grandma and said in a cheerful voice, "Hey, my pocketwatch Dad gave me! I thought it was gone." I stuck it in my pocket and left. I didn't talk to my family for nine years after that, since I knew they had taken it out of my room because they didn't think I deserved it. They thought it should go to my dad's brtoher, who probably would have sold it for smack.

I still have it, and keep it carefully safe.
 
I'd say my old writing pieces from my childhood to see how much i've improved.

All my old Heavy metal T shirts i threw out when I went through my Pop stage (don't ask!)
 
3 years of Bon Appetit magazine, recycled to reduce clutter.
A 15-year-old ficus tree that I finally got rid of because most of the leaves had fallen off.
A book of poetry that I gave a guy I liked, and have never been able to find again.
A green fat-wheeled Schwinn bike my dad got at a yard sale.

What have lost, given away or thrown away that you now regret?

My waist-size from when I was a Sophmore in college.

A tie-clip that belonged to my grand-father (it was a cool sword thing that made it look like the sword went through the tie)
 
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My Marvel comics collection.

I had first issues of each superhero and superhero groups (The Avengers, et. al.)along with hundreds of others.

I had to sell them when I lost my job and I had a wife and baby daughter to feed.
 
My Marvel comics collection.

I had first issues of each superhero and superhero groups (The Avengers, et. al.)along with hundreds of others.

I had to sell them when I lost my job and I had a wife and baby daughter to feed.

I would love to have all the comic books and baseball cards I had in the forties and fifties. The comics cost ten cents each and were 52 pages long. Not that I would keep them, but they would be worth a pile of money. They were all thrown away over fifty years ago.
 
My grandmother's gold watch.

My backstage pass for a grateful dead show....got all the tickets but lost the pass.

My audiophile LPs.

My medals from band/orchestra/Jazz band/ensemble.....had over 60...don't know what happened to them.

My old Kay f-hole guitar, my fender classic guitar, and my Gibson Luicille guitar.

My sanity.

And last but most important....my best friend. :( (she would have fit in so well here)
 
All the Transformers I sold when we moved.

Also my sanity.

ETA: Aww, Misty beat me to the sanity joke. :p Well played!
 
My pack of AH cards. (I forgot to get it with me :( )
My books.

Can't think of anything else right now. Not really a material person.
 
My health, my fitness, my energy.

All seem to have gone down the pan, as the aches and pains and lethargy have gone up.

Hard to think I used to be able to run 8 miles without thinking about it, play squash, play badminton at competition level, cycle 14, 15 miles with a kidling on the back without any trouble...commute 4 hours a day to work, work 8 hours, and still have enough energy to cook for the family, keep the house reasonably tidy, and study for my degree.

*sigh*

What happened?
 
The Cupie dolls my grandma had for us to play with along with an old cast iron doll size stove she would let us take down and make meals on while the adults visited.

Time with my Grandma, her and I were very close.

My early 20's. Never got to be me since I was busy being a wife and a mom.

C
 
Mostly words. A few emails and PM's I've deleted over the years. I do the cleansing thing at times, when I want to free myself of negative energy, and move away from other's thoughts that affect me negatively. Usually it's effective enough to just put it away. But sometimes it's more of a ritual to actually delete it, and forget about it. I've never regretted the process. But I have lost some emails that way, that I would rather have kept.

Also, many letters my first lover wrote me - for the same reason as above.

And some poems I wrote long ago, that, at the time, I was too emotionally involved with, to appreciate properly.
 
my childhood journal that burnt along with our car when i was 12.
my journal of my early university years that got stolen along with some other stuff in the university library.
the stories that were on a computer that broke a few years ago, and that i could never recover.
oh and more for my dad than for me: the baby photos of my little brother that were on his laptop when it got stolen.
 
My carved wooden rose scented rosary from The Vatican
My Trek bike that got stolen
My giant green scarf/shirt/skirt/dress
 
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