When I moved out after college, I left a lot of things in my old room that my dad eventually got rid of. Nothing major, but a lot of sentimental value. High school yearbooks, letters from friends, videos and photos, collectibles OK, toys that my daughter would love to have now, stuffed animals, and other mementos.
Also, in college I dropped my high school class ring down the sink drain. No one was ever able to find it, and even though I wouldn’t wear it now, it would be nice to have. I wish I hadn’t sold my acoustic guitar in a garage sale, and I wish I hadn’t lost that grubby old t-shirt given to me by the singer in this band my friends and I stalked saw a lot of in college.
More than anything though, I wish I hadn’t lost that effortlessly slim body I used to have. I think my kids stole it, and the little bastards won’t give it back. I’m making good progress on earning it back at the gym, but dammit, it’s taking too long!