Do you remember forever the things you lose? I had forgotten about those stickers until poking around in one of my old scrapbook/journals this evening, but there are other items I have lost, sold, misplaced or loaned with no return that I still remember and wish I had back.
- The blue notebook full of drawings that Becky and I did in 7th grade
- There Might Have Been Castles in paperback, but I can't remember now who borrowed it. It was a bad, bad book, I don't know why it stuck in my mind. That book is the reason I now write down my books that are out on loan with the borrower's name and date (also thus fulfilling my secret desire to be a librarian).
- The handblown coiled gray glass snake I bought in Venice during a choir trip in high school that broke during a careless vacuuming session years later.
- The little book that I wrote and illustrated for a 5th grade class assignment that Mrs Brown never gave back to me. I don't remember a thing about the plot or the drawings, but I remember being inordinately proud of it, and that the protagonists were a cat and an eagle.
- My first oil painting of an autumn tree, done when I was 12 or 13 as a Christmas gift for my grandmother. After her death, while cleaning out her house, I took it back and that evening it was stolen out of my car in Chicago, along with a set of matching seagreen placemats and cloth napkins (wtf?)
- The card table from my grandmother's house that was in our storage unit, stupidly abandoned when we moved to Sweden.
- My favorite stuffed animal, a yellow, white and brown reclining rabbit, that I accidentally left out overnight in the rain when I was a child. It never recovered from its drenching, getting moldy, and had to be thrown away.
- The entire Trixie Belden and Nancy Drew collections I had as a kid until I stupidly decided around the age of 16 that I was too old for them.
What have you lost that you wish you could recover?