My mom's house had always been the repository of older or childhood items that I liked knowing were still around somewhere... but that I happily didn't to have to lug around with me personally in my somewhat nomadic existence since graduating from college 20 years ago and that, in a weaker moment, might have been discarded along the way. Baseball cards, old artwork, lp's, certain books, and my Hotwheels and toy military vehicles all fall into this category...
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