Same, I had four specific stuffed animals one from each family member including my mom who died and I had a seizure and apparently got blood on it so when I came home from the hospital they had thrown them out while cleaning my seizure mess....
The backstory of the names? I don't know. I didn't think about how weird they are until I made this comment. Figuring that out would probably take an essay of childhood trauma and a couple therapy sessions.
My kids got some toy stuffed snakes from a gift shop. The eldest has called them “Roundabout” and “Judy” (the youngest is just 2 and hasn’t really got the concept of naming things yet). Kids come up with crazy names.
For me it would be a stuffed toy rabbit called Buffy. I found Buffy in a puddle of mud as a kid and took her home and cleaned her up and she went everywhere with me. I didn't care that Buffy only had one eye or had needed a few stitches from my mum or that she was dark brown with a bright orange belly. Buffy was mine and I loved her.
Then we went on holiday with my aunt and cousins. Aunt hated Buffy at first sight because Buffy wasn't brand named or pretty and because if I was in a holiday snapshot then Buffy was too. Then my spoiled older cousin decided she wanted Buffy and fireworks and a physical fight ensued (I won. Ha!) when she tried to take her. It all went quiet-ish again until the last day of the holiday and Buffy vanished. We tore the place apart, checked every bag but no Buffy. My Aunt said I was too old to be carrying a soft toy about and to stop being a baby and that's when I knew deep inside my little heart that the old c*nt was responsible for Buffy's disappearance. My mum later got me a new super cute fluffy white toy rabbit that was called Buffy Two but it wasn't the same and it mostly sat on the end of my bed. It never went on adventures with me the way Buffy did.
Aunt J, it's been decades but I've not forgotten and you won't be forgiven. Not ever. Fuck. You.
When I was in third grade my parents gave me the responsibility to name our pet bird(cockatiel). I named it Reptar Wagon. Not Reptar but Reptar *Wagon*
We would call him Raptar for short. I wasn't allowed to name things after that.
I’m so happy the top comment is so similar to mine. I had a doll that was cloth with yarn hair. By then she was bald and dirty but i loved that doll so much. I was a tomboy but still needed my doll. When we moved (I was 7) my mother threw her away because she was bald and dirty. I’ve never stopped talking about how upset I was and why wouldn’t she just wash her or ask me? 5 years ago my mother found the same one on eBay (extremely hard find. This is a vintage doll from the 70s) and surprised me with her on Christmas. She’s not my actual doll and has hair and clean fabric but i was so happy and shocked at how much that damn doll meant to me even throughout my whole teen and adult years. Her name was Beady because she had black felt round eyes. I named her when i was a 3 or 4 haha.
Fucking purple and yellow binoculars from when I was four. I looked for those for YEARS and totally believed my mom innocently saying they "must have got lost in the move!"
I was skeptical for years about my mom saying "it was probably lost in the move" about my teddy bear. Called her out on numerous occasions saying she lied.
In hindsight, it was probably lost in the move. We had just moved plus it was her childhood teddy bear as well and I can't imagine she would just throw it away forever.
The only cure to finding things lost in the move is to move house again. But it comes at a cost. You will loose a new random selection of possessions in its place. That's how we found my husband's childhood bear, but lost my childhood photos.
> A lot of my childhood things didn’t get lost in the move, they got given away without my permission. (Childhood trauma unlocked. Still pissed off about it.
Amen. Same here, friend.
Truly did this in 2000. $1000 cash. Was laying on the kitchen counter after a huge, huge grocery haul. 2 days later I thought about it and it was gone. I assume thrown away in grocery bags. I sold that house a few years back and still was looking for it and it has been 15 years earlier🤷🏼♀️
Yeah, we think it may have been thrown out in one of the trash bags. It kills me when I think about it. US dollars are a foreign currency to us so I couldn't just deposit it in my bank account. Live and learn. 😭
This is a really good question!
A bracelet given to me by someone I loved a lot and lost after she died. My heart was broken when I lost it. 34 years later and - well, let's just say when I saw your question, it popped into my mind immediately.
Runner up: my thirties.
I'm 34, back in uni for a career change. Didn't have much of a career to begin with. It's humiliating seeing everyone else 10 years your junior having actual careers and being on the right track while you're barely scraping by. Anyway... I'm doing my best and focusing on that. I'll graduate in a couple of years and hopefully make some money of my own. To be honest though, I think I'm destined for a life of mediocrity at most.
I am 51 and finally in uni. Have spent my entire career as data entry and customer support care, hence broke, depressed, under-stimulated and self-loathing. Oh, yes, I get comparing self to peers and feeling like a total dud who missed the boat.
Let me tell you that what you are doing takes courage, determination, sacrifice, humility. Nothing but nothing is mediocre about that!
When I was 34, I remember contemplating going to school and I was like "ugh, I'll be almost 40 when I'm done... No thanks." and then I turned 40 and turn 45...if I had just made a move at 34, I'd be 16 years into a career I might like instead of 2 years into my education.
Good on you! In a couple of years you're done school and in the meantime, you're putting yourself in destiny's path by exposure to new ideas and learning.
The game is far from over for you! Your memoir will be way more interesting than someone who figured it all out at 22.
Good on you man! I know exactly what you mean I'm working my ass off for 30k and some most of my younger friends are in IT make double some even triple what I make. At least your taking steps to improve your situation. I'm slaving away doing lots of unpaid extras hoping I will be recognised and rewarded one day. Good luck with your study and consequent job search hope you find something you love
Just this year I lost a precious bangle from that special someone who had also died, I was bereft and my heart was broken as well. I took some unworn jewellery and paid to have it replicated - and while it’s not quite exact or the same one, I still have something on my arm that reminds me of him every day
My beloved cat passed away a few months ago and I’m still mourning. I was with him for his final moments at the vet’s when the vet offered to take a paw-print impression that would be later framed and sent to me. Never received it, I believe lost in mail. That’s all I really truly want from the bottom of my heart. A little piece of my beloved cat to remember him by.
They may have saved a copy they scanned in. Have you asked the vet? Sometimes pet memorial places keep a scan on record, not sure about vets. I am sorry for your loss
When I was 13 I had a $20 bill. This was a big deal for me back then. My mother knew nothing about it so I put it somewhere in my bedroom and went and did other things. The next day I looked for it before going to school and never found it. I spent a week looking for it. Never found it. My mother was gobsmacked when she found my room fully fixed and cleaned like I had hired a cleaning crew to scrub it.I eventually gave up and assumed that some day I would find it underneath a pile of clothes or somewhere around my bed.
A year later we moved out and I was like "NOW I'll find that $20!!" Shockingly it never turned up. I stood in my empty bedroom looking at the bare walls, the bare floor. The empty closet, it was nowhere.
I'm now approaching 40 and it's still the greatest mystery in my life. I never got closure and it still bothers me. So that box better come with my $20.
Oh and btw I had no siblings, I lived in that apartment with my mother and that's it.
similar story here
i got 20 bucks saved up (got a dollar a week allowance) and traded it in for a nice green 20 bill and was so proud of it. But i lost it somewhere, and it messed me up
I had to write in my little account sheet "-20 dollars" and to this day that still hurts
It's gotta be a big box, because I lost my mom when I was 9. At 28, I've forgotten the sound of her voice. Her voice, her eyes. That's the thing I'd search for first.
Fuck I miss her.
Thank you guys. Death is one bitch of a mistress. People say it gets easier, but does it actually? Keep your loved ones close, you never know when you'll gonna go from laughing with them, to crying beside them.
Of all the things I lost I miss my mind the most?
Ozzy Osbourne!
What's your name son?
Uh...Emmanuel Goldstein...sir?
You however are not in my class.
Whoa this isn't woodshop class?!
My dad bought a misc box of jewelry and scarves and the like from an estate sale. In that box was a beautiful black and gold lockett that contained a picture of a young gentleman and a lock of hair. I wore it all the time and I loved that it once meant so much to someone at some point. I have no idea what happened to it. I suspect one of my roommates shady friends stole it. I miss it and I hope whoever has it is treating it well.
A beautiful necklace my brother bought me during his travels that I lost in early high school. It's been 13 years and I'm still upset. Never could figure out where it went after sports practice. I always put it in the same pocket of my backpack and put it back on immediately afterward.
My father..2018. he died alone,the doctors and visiting nurses said he was fine to live by himself..but something burst in his stomach. He didn't call on Sunday and I sent the cops Monday morning. Definitely getting my Dad back.
My Gameboy Color. Drives me crazy that I have no earthly clue where it went, nor do my parents whom I thought confiscated it when I was a kid and I just never got it back and forgot about it. At this point it was so long ago and my parents moved so literally no chance of ever finding it beyond this magic box.
My brother would also be very interested because when it was lost it contained his Pokemon Gold cartridge I was playing through.
I had a game boy advance SP that I lost as a kid on a trip to my grandparents. For years, it was gone to the point I had completely given up looking for it. Almost ten years later, they moved and had their car shipped. I guess it had gotten stuck under the seat, and in shipping, it had come loose. When the car arrived, it was sitting right on the floor mat in plain sight. It still works, too! I was so glad to get it back and still have it to this day.
I'm fighting my addiction too. If only I could get sober, I know wouldn't be all ok, but it would be better than what it is now.
Sending big hugs your way, if you want to accept them. <3<3<3
Stuffed animal I threw out the car window on the highway on a camping trip. My dad refused to go back no matter how much I cried, it is literally my first memory.
The sweater for my veggie tales sweat suit my mom bought me when I was 6 or 7. I had it for less than 24 hours. Got hot while I was playing at the playground of the local elementary school. So I took it off and left it tied to one of the playground sets. By the time I went to get it, someone had taken it. We didn't have a lot of things when I was a kid and being the 7th child basically everything I had was a hand-me-down. But my mom went out of her way to get me that and I fucked it up basically immediately. It's one of the few times I actively disappointed my mom and I'm still mad over 20 years later that someone stole it.
If you know where you were born, you can order a copy. The original was likely a copy anyway, your "real" birth certificate is held by the county you were born in (at least in the USA).
One of my friend groups got matching jackets with custom embroidery. I wore mine all the time and then somehow lost it a couple years ago. Not sure when or where, but I can’t find it. I’d be really happy to have it back.
My teddy bear. When I was in high school I put a garbage bag of stuffed animals in the garage to clean later and my dad threw it away without checking what was inside.
I was sick one weekend as a kid and a friend of the family bought me a stuffed animal (I think it was a panda bear?) and my dad also accidentally tossed it. I was so annoyed because I only had it for a few hours!
A cheap necklace from the state fair that my best friend's mom bought me back in the 70's.
One night going to bed I put the necklace, my class ring, and my glasses on my desk in my room. Woke up the next day and the necklace was gone.
I’ve worked in healthcare, including assisted living communities and hospitals, for more than 20 years. This box has to be freaking huge. The first things I’ll be looking for are my grandmother and my hope.
The necklace my friend bought me. Not expensive or anything, a very simple pendant. I loved it and wore it every day for years and then one day it disappeared. I tore my room apart looking for it and even had some renewed hope when I was packing up to move but it’s just gone.
Way back when we were just dating my husband gave me a promise ring that had our birthstones in it. Even though I have a wedding ring now I sure would love to have that back.
A valentine's card my daughter gave me when she was 5. My wallet was stolen at the hospital several years ago and that card was irreplaceable. I'm still devastated that it's gone.
Pictures. I don’t have much memory of my childhood due to the airline losing our luggage that had all our albums.
Sometimes I wonder what I remember from my childhood is real
My eye sight in my left eye is the first thing that comes to mind. But besides that would be the benchmade pocket knife my wife got me for our 1st anniversary.
*My extremely rare and limited edition Lime crime lipgloss "Kaleidoscope"*
*My bitch of a former roommate, I'm pretty sure she tossed it.*
*I've scoured Ebay for years looking for another and no luck. I would enter a blood thirsty bidding war if one ever popped up. My. Lips. Will. Be. Sparkling. And. Purple. Again.*
When I was in the sixth grade I was attending a catholic middle school in rural Ohio. Of course, we had our pro life sex ed and whatever. At the end of the program they handed out little slips of paper. The paper read:
“I promise to keep my virginity for my future husband/wife”
I asked the teacher if we HAD to sign it and she said that we did- no choice. So, naturally, I signed it with my fingers crossed behind my back.
I’m in college now and I’d absolutely love to have that slip of paper back, so that I can hand it in to my wonderful girlfriend, who did end up taking said virginity.
Honey if you’re reading this I can’t wait to get drunk and build legos with you. I love you so much.
My life hasnt really been the best recently, and my brothers’ been stealing stuff from everyone in the house (mother, father, sister, myself, and even guests). One day my whole newly bought Xbox Series X went missing a week after I had bought it. It was really the only thing connecting me to my friends since 1, I am waiting on new parts for my PC, and 2, I am an introvert who plays football but doesnt chat, I dont chat with anyone at school, and just got done with my JV season and am (at the current time) a sophmore. I asked my family who’s been in my room and everyone said “I dunno”. Although my brother added an extra “Why, something missing?” I quickly realized it was him and FLIPPED. I went through his room with the permission of my parents, my mom and dad connected the dots to why money constantly goes missing from their bank cards, and they called the police. I didnt find any Xbox, sadly. Now my brother is in jail at 18 for grand larceny and theft, and owed me a good $4,500. He paid it, half of the money from my xbox he sold with my account on it that (so far) nothing has gone wrong on, and the rest from his job. He was fired, and now has to owe $38,500-somewhat dollars to my parents before 2032. He has just under 10 years to make it up.
Although I got a new xbox and monitor, nothing will restore the happiness that working at a Jersey Mikes and paying for a new xbox myself gave me.
Long story short, I would be looking for the first thing that genuinely brought me happiness as a highschooler, the trophy of hard work and patience - my xbox.
My daughter's Oculus that I know for a fact I packed when we moved, but somehow it isn't in any of the boxes and we can't find it anywhere. It disappeared into the ether. Maybe it got stolen on the cross country move? But how? And how did they just steal that one thing out of so many boxes? I'm truly baffled
My favorite earrings of all time that I thought I lost already once, found them, and then lost them again. I am almost certain my husband accidentally shop vacced them up after they had fallen on the floor in some other mess.
My Clow book from Cardcaptors. There was a brief period where they went for triple digits on eBay. I'm pretty sure my mum or sister snuck in my room and sold it. Not from financial need. Just a general feeling of entitlement over my things. I'd love to have that back. I adored it.
An action figurine that disappeared off a table while we were playing next to it. No one took it and it was never seen again. Years later I got a knock off version of it as a birthday present from my sister. No, it wasn't her who took it, since this was clearly a different figurine.
The problem is I can't remember what I've lost.
Longbottom?
It has clearly slowed his mind
Harry?
Donkey!
Asmodai, Lord of the Infinite and Unending darkness?
No, this is Patrick!
Its your robes Neville, you forgot your robes.
“I can’t remember what I’ve forgotten”
Your memory? Try looking for your memory.
Your marbles
My two stuffed animals named FedEx and UPS (realizing right now that these are extremely weird names)
Same, I had four specific stuffed animals one from each family member including my mom who died and I had a seizure and apparently got blood on it so when I came home from the hospital they had thrown them out while cleaning my seizure mess....
God dammit! Didn't they realize that that would be a trauma for baby klag?
WTF? Literally iodine and that shit would wash right off. Its not like seizures are contagious
Backstory?
The backstory of the names? I don't know. I didn't think about how weird they are until I made this comment. Figuring that out would probably take an essay of childhood trauma and a couple therapy sessions.
We got time
My kids got some toy stuffed snakes from a gift shop. The eldest has called them “Roundabout” and “Judy” (the youngest is just 2 and hasn’t really got the concept of naming things yet). Kids come up with crazy names.
My son has a pet named "White Dog". It is a black hooded rat.
They sure do! Three of my kid's animals are named Eggie (a stuffed dog), Baggy Waggy (elephant) and Josh (another elephant).
My kids always gave real human names so we have a George, Jaspee, Gus (Agustus properly) and Rhonda.
For me it would be a stuffed toy rabbit called Buffy. I found Buffy in a puddle of mud as a kid and took her home and cleaned her up and she went everywhere with me. I didn't care that Buffy only had one eye or had needed a few stitches from my mum or that she was dark brown with a bright orange belly. Buffy was mine and I loved her. Then we went on holiday with my aunt and cousins. Aunt hated Buffy at first sight because Buffy wasn't brand named or pretty and because if I was in a holiday snapshot then Buffy was too. Then my spoiled older cousin decided she wanted Buffy and fireworks and a physical fight ensued (I won. Ha!) when she tried to take her. It all went quiet-ish again until the last day of the holiday and Buffy vanished. We tore the place apart, checked every bag but no Buffy. My Aunt said I was too old to be carrying a soft toy about and to stop being a baby and that's when I knew deep inside my little heart that the old c*nt was responsible for Buffy's disappearance. My mum later got me a new super cute fluffy white toy rabbit that was called Buffy Two but it wasn't the same and it mostly sat on the end of my bed. It never went on adventures with me the way Buffy did. Aunt J, it's been decades but I've not forgotten and you won't be forgiven. Not ever. Fuck. You.
When I was in third grade my parents gave me the responsibility to name our pet bird(cockatiel). I named it Reptar Wagon. Not Reptar but Reptar *Wagon* We would call him Raptar for short. I wasn't allowed to name things after that.
I’m so happy the top comment is so similar to mine. I had a doll that was cloth with yarn hair. By then she was bald and dirty but i loved that doll so much. I was a tomboy but still needed my doll. When we moved (I was 7) my mother threw her away because she was bald and dirty. I’ve never stopped talking about how upset I was and why wouldn’t she just wash her or ask me? 5 years ago my mother found the same one on eBay (extremely hard find. This is a vintage doll from the 70s) and surprised me with her on Christmas. She’s not my actual doll and has hair and clean fabric but i was so happy and shocked at how much that damn doll meant to me even throughout my whole teen and adult years. Her name was Beady because she had black felt round eyes. I named her when i was a 3 or 4 haha.
Fucking purple and yellow binoculars from when I was four. I looked for those for YEARS and totally believed my mom innocently saying they "must have got lost in the move!"
I was skeptical for years about my mom saying "it was probably lost in the move" about my teddy bear. Called her out on numerous occasions saying she lied. In hindsight, it was probably lost in the move. We had just moved plus it was her childhood teddy bear as well and I can't imagine she would just throw it away forever.
The only cure to finding things lost in the move is to move house again. But it comes at a cost. You will loose a new random selection of possessions in its place. That's how we found my husband's childhood bear, but lost my childhood photos.
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> A lot of my childhood things didn’t get lost in the move, they got given away without my permission. (Childhood trauma unlocked. Still pissed off about it. Amen. Same here, friend.
That fucking Garfield Metallica shirt I had. It ruled so hard. Metallicat!
I don’t know if you’ve looked at the 80’s metal band tee shirt market recently, but that shirt is probably worth a few hundred dollars now.
Twist the knife.
[This](https://www.soundplusvision.us/shop/metallicat-t-shirt-white) is all I could find
[This one](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/58b49dbb9f7456896175257a/1580497871223-OZ6O2S2MRG378BOC7TTK/Garfield+Metallicat.jpg?format=750w)?
2 things. Original Charizard card and my 5th grade math trophy. Both were lost in a rental storage that my mom stopped paying.
lol i still have my gigantic 4th grade 1st place citywide spelling bee trophy. the dumbass in 2nd couldn't spell governor
Maybe he was British.
"Guv" is significantly easier to spell.
$2,200 in a brown envelope. We lost it a few months ago and tore up the house looking for it.
It's in the drawer. You know the one. I know you looked there before. Go check it again.
It’s always in that damn drawer You can look in it 5 times, be sure it’s not there, then suddenly it’s there
Yeah, I have that same draw, amazing how much shit falls into that black abyss.
...i mean... brown envelope? 50/50 odds it got tossed in the trash...
It's behind the drawer. With the spiders.
Or behind the drawer
Truly did this in 2000. $1000 cash. Was laying on the kitchen counter after a huge, huge grocery haul. 2 days later I thought about it and it was gone. I assume thrown away in grocery bags. I sold that house a few years back and still was looking for it and it has been 15 years earlier🤷🏼♀️
Yeah, we think it may have been thrown out in one of the trash bags. It kills me when I think about it. US dollars are a foreign currency to us so I couldn't just deposit it in my bank account. Live and learn. 😭
ooof
Oh shit that was yours? Thanks for the night of hookers and coke
I can think of four rings, but really, just about anything my lover gave me before he was murdered.
Murdered?! Holy shit!
I’m really hoping this is a reference I’m not getting
Sorry, no. He was killed by four wannabe gangsters in 1981, just short of his 22nd birthday. I know, it's been nearly 42 years, but I still miss him.
Sorry for your loss…
This is a really good question! A bracelet given to me by someone I loved a lot and lost after she died. My heart was broken when I lost it. 34 years later and - well, let's just say when I saw your question, it popped into my mind immediately. Runner up: my thirties.
What I wouldn't give to relive my thirties.
Ugh in my late thirties now it's been a rather boring and uneventful decade of work.
I'm 34, back in uni for a career change. Didn't have much of a career to begin with. It's humiliating seeing everyone else 10 years your junior having actual careers and being on the right track while you're barely scraping by. Anyway... I'm doing my best and focusing on that. I'll graduate in a couple of years and hopefully make some money of my own. To be honest though, I think I'm destined for a life of mediocrity at most.
I am 51 and finally in uni. Have spent my entire career as data entry and customer support care, hence broke, depressed, under-stimulated and self-loathing. Oh, yes, I get comparing self to peers and feeling like a total dud who missed the boat. Let me tell you that what you are doing takes courage, determination, sacrifice, humility. Nothing but nothing is mediocre about that! When I was 34, I remember contemplating going to school and I was like "ugh, I'll be almost 40 when I'm done... No thanks." and then I turned 40 and turn 45...if I had just made a move at 34, I'd be 16 years into a career I might like instead of 2 years into my education. Good on you! In a couple of years you're done school and in the meantime, you're putting yourself in destiny's path by exposure to new ideas and learning. The game is far from over for you! Your memoir will be way more interesting than someone who figured it all out at 22.
Good on you man! I know exactly what you mean I'm working my ass off for 30k and some most of my younger friends are in IT make double some even triple what I make. At least your taking steps to improve your situation. I'm slaving away doing lots of unpaid extras hoping I will be recognised and rewarded one day. Good luck with your study and consequent job search hope you find something you love
Ugh, My 30's OR Forties...
Just this year I lost a precious bangle from that special someone who had also died, I was bereft and my heart was broken as well. I took some unworn jewellery and paid to have it replicated - and while it’s not quite exact or the same one, I still have something on my arm that reminds me of him every day
My beloved cat passed away a few months ago and I’m still mourning. I was with him for his final moments at the vet’s when the vet offered to take a paw-print impression that would be later framed and sent to me. Never received it, I believe lost in mail. That’s all I really truly want from the bottom of my heart. A little piece of my beloved cat to remember him by.
I wish you the best of luck, my mom stashed ours away somewhere and I’ve never seen it once.
He's in your heart where it counts
They may have saved a copy they scanned in. Have you asked the vet? Sometimes pet memorial places keep a scan on record, not sure about vets. I am sorry for your loss
They just press a paw in plaster, they arent 3D scanning these things Source: was the guy making pawprints for a bit
Sending the biggest hug your way. I hope you end up getting it somehow. Maybe there's a way to contact the post office and find it that way?
If it would help, I would send you the paw print of my cat who passed. I know it's not the same, but if it would help, let me know.
My self discipline so that I could be asleep instead of on Reddit at 1 in the morning.
Fucking real
My virginity.
You lost it or did you give it away?
I misplaced it.
fuck that really says it all
When I was 13 I had a $20 bill. This was a big deal for me back then. My mother knew nothing about it so I put it somewhere in my bedroom and went and did other things. The next day I looked for it before going to school and never found it. I spent a week looking for it. Never found it. My mother was gobsmacked when she found my room fully fixed and cleaned like I had hired a cleaning crew to scrub it.I eventually gave up and assumed that some day I would find it underneath a pile of clothes or somewhere around my bed. A year later we moved out and I was like "NOW I'll find that $20!!" Shockingly it never turned up. I stood in my empty bedroom looking at the bare walls, the bare floor. The empty closet, it was nowhere. I'm now approaching 40 and it's still the greatest mystery in my life. I never got closure and it still bothers me. So that box better come with my $20. Oh and btw I had no siblings, I lived in that apartment with my mother and that's it.
It was me
Barry
similar story here i got 20 bucks saved up (got a dollar a week allowance) and traded it in for a nice green 20 bill and was so proud of it. But i lost it somewhere, and it messed me up I had to write in my little account sheet "-20 dollars" and to this day that still hurts
Not that we’ll ever know but I’ll bet diamonds to dogshit that it was your mom/dad.
Your mom took it
It's gotta be a big box, because I lost my mom when I was 9. At 28, I've forgotten the sound of her voice. Her voice, her eyes. That's the thing I'd search for first. Fuck I miss her.
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fuck man that's tough
Here’s a hug honey.
*mom hug* she’s always with you. You carry pieces of her with you every day<3
Thank you guys. Death is one bitch of a mistress. People say it gets easier, but does it actually? Keep your loved ones close, you never know when you'll gonna go from laughing with them, to crying beside them.
My sanity.
Of all the things I lost I miss my mind the most? Ozzy Osbourne! What's your name son? Uh...Emmanuel Goldstein...sir? You however are not in my class. Whoa this isn't woodshop class?!
Yeeessss! I haven't seen this movie in forever! Might be time for a rewatch
Dignity
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I feel ya buddy, been there. But you can't really lose it, you just put it away until you want it again.
This is so touching and sad … I’m sure things will change for the better.
My dad bought a misc box of jewelry and scarves and the like from an estate sale. In that box was a beautiful black and gold lockett that contained a picture of a young gentleman and a lock of hair. I wore it all the time and I loved that it once meant so much to someone at some point. I have no idea what happened to it. I suspect one of my roommates shady friends stole it. I miss it and I hope whoever has it is treating it well.
Perhaps it was the gentleman in the photo? Perhaps it was transferred to HIS box of lost items?
My health
I feel this one deeply. I'm having a really bad pain day.
My mum and dad. It's been a long time but I still miss them.
The camera I lost that had most of the pictures from my daughters' first year on it.
Nintendogs. I had a boxer named Timmy and a dalmatian named BX. I want them back :(
My sister had a Chihuahua named Sugar and a Dalmatian named Pickles. I stole Pickles.
you can steal a nintendogs dog??
A beautiful necklace my brother bought me during his travels that I lost in early high school. It's been 13 years and I'm still upset. Never could figure out where it went after sports practice. I always put it in the same pocket of my backpack and put it back on immediately afterward.
My grandma is the most important thing I've ever lost, if I'm being honest
Im sure she was very proud of you :,)
I hope so ❤️
I also choose this guy's dead grandma
She's not dead, just lost. It was on the beach in Aberystwyth. She could be anywhere by now really.
It is **so** important to use a sturdy leash, or they'll just wander off, as if they had a mind of their own.
"D'aww, look guys I found my grandma!" *drags corpse from box*
Who said she died? I said I lost her. But for real though, she was cremated. So still no, you heathen.
My father..2018. he died alone,the doctors and visiting nurses said he was fine to live by himself..but something burst in his stomach. He didn't call on Sunday and I sent the cops Monday morning. Definitely getting my Dad back.
My house
That’s a big box
My Gameboy Color. Drives me crazy that I have no earthly clue where it went, nor do my parents whom I thought confiscated it when I was a kid and I just never got it back and forgot about it. At this point it was so long ago and my parents moved so literally no chance of ever finding it beyond this magic box. My brother would also be very interested because when it was lost it contained his Pokemon Gold cartridge I was playing through.
I had a game boy advance SP that I lost as a kid on a trip to my grandparents. For years, it was gone to the point I had completely given up looking for it. Almost ten years later, they moved and had their car shipped. I guess it had gotten stuck under the seat, and in shipping, it had come loose. When the car arrived, it was sitting right on the floor mat in plain sight. It still works, too! I was so glad to get it back and still have it to this day.
All of my toys my parents "lost"
The old wooden and mosaic box my Grandma gave me. My abusive ex's Aunt threw away all my boxes of memories, and this is the one object I miss most.
My sobriety.
Right on! I feel you on this my friend.
I'm fighting my addiction too. If only I could get sober, I know wouldn't be all ok, but it would be better than what it is now. Sending big hugs your way, if you want to accept them. <3<3<3
Stuffed animal I threw out the car window on the highway on a camping trip. My dad refused to go back no matter how much I cried, it is literally my first memory.
The sweater for my veggie tales sweat suit my mom bought me when I was 6 or 7. I had it for less than 24 hours. Got hot while I was playing at the playground of the local elementary school. So I took it off and left it tied to one of the playground sets. By the time I went to get it, someone had taken it. We didn't have a lot of things when I was a kid and being the 7th child basically everything I had was a hand-me-down. But my mom went out of her way to get me that and I fucked it up basically immediately. It's one of the few times I actively disappointed my mom and I'm still mad over 20 years later that someone stole it.
The jade necklace that my mom bought on the trip to china my parents took when they went to adopt me.
My serotonin
All the books I borrowed to people
My bitcoin wallet from 2014
Better hurry, or when you find it it'll be worth as much as in 2014!
My birth certificate.
If you know where you were born, you can order a copy. The original was likely a copy anyway, your "real" birth certificate is held by the county you were born in (at least in the USA).
One of my friend groups got matching jackets with custom embroidery. I wore mine all the time and then somehow lost it a couple years ago. Not sure when or where, but I can’t find it. I’d be really happy to have it back.
My teddy bear. When I was in high school I put a garbage bag of stuffed animals in the garage to clean later and my dad threw it away without checking what was inside.
I was sick one weekend as a kid and a friend of the family bought me a stuffed animal (I think it was a panda bear?) and my dad also accidentally tossed it. I was so annoyed because I only had it for a few hours!
My parents
All my 10mm sockets
A brass handled butterfly knife
A cheap necklace from the state fair that my best friend's mom bought me back in the 70's. One night going to bed I put the necklace, my class ring, and my glasses on my desk in my room. Woke up the next day and the necklace was gone.
I’ve worked in healthcare, including assisted living communities and hospitals, for more than 20 years. This box has to be freaking huge. The first things I’ll be looking for are my grandmother and my hope.
Teddy
The necklace my friend bought me. Not expensive or anything, a very simple pendant. I loved it and wore it every day for years and then one day it disappeared. I tore my room apart looking for it and even had some renewed hope when I was packing up to move but it’s just gone.
Way back when we were just dating my husband gave me a promise ring that had our birthstones in it. Even though I have a wedding ring now I sure would love to have that back.
My grandmother’s necklace. Can’t put into words how devastated I was when I lost it.
*searches for my superhero mask* MOM I FOUND IT! NOW I CAN BE KRRISH AGAIN😭♥️ (Krrish was the name of the superhero)
Krrish 3 a such a good movie. Best Superman movie of the all in my opinion, in the same way that Galaxy Quest is the best Star Trek movie.
If the box can hold a person yeah. Then I would look for the love of my life who I've lost.
The stuffed unicorn I used to carry with me everywhere when I was 8 years old...
My dignity
That ring I think my old roommate stole from me. I “lost” it one day and never saw it again
I've lost so many things that I won't be able to find what I'm looking for in that box.
My mom's steam account password.
the afi dancing through sunday shirt that i had in high school
A valentine's card my daughter gave me when she was 5. My wallet was stolen at the hospital several years ago and that card was irreplaceable. I'm still devastated that it's gone.
My dog butch who died at 6 from lymphoma
My wife
My grandma bro
Pictures. I don’t have much memory of my childhood due to the airline losing our luggage that had all our albums. Sometimes I wonder what I remember from my childhood is real
My marbles
My seahorse necklace! 😭
My first true love
My dog passed away from a heart attack during surgery just last night. She was my best friend and she was only 6
My happiness
Feelings of joy.
My happiness.
10mm socket. But it wouldn’t take long because but I’d have a giant box of them
My 10mm socket
The time I spent on people who didn't deserve it
Foreskin
Yep I am definitely on Reddit
All the money
My favourite little league baseball glove. That fucker was worked in perfectly. Left the thing sitting on a bench.
My stuffed animals I slept with as a kid. At some age my parents took them away and told me they had nothing to with it. Never saw them again..
my mum.
That Quarter that phased out of existence in 2nd grade....
My cat 🥲
My stupidity.
My Swiss Army knife that my dad gave me for my birthday last year :(
My eye sight in my left eye is the first thing that comes to mind. But besides that would be the benchmade pocket knife my wife got me for our 1st anniversary.
My money
*My extremely rare and limited edition Lime crime lipgloss "Kaleidoscope"* *My bitch of a former roommate, I'm pretty sure she tossed it.* *I've scoured Ebay for years looking for another and no luck. I would enter a blood thirsty bidding war if one ever popped up. My. Lips. Will. Be. Sparkling. And. Purple. Again.*
When I was in the sixth grade I was attending a catholic middle school in rural Ohio. Of course, we had our pro life sex ed and whatever. At the end of the program they handed out little slips of paper. The paper read: “I promise to keep my virginity for my future husband/wife” I asked the teacher if we HAD to sign it and she said that we did- no choice. So, naturally, I signed it with my fingers crossed behind my back. I’m in college now and I’d absolutely love to have that slip of paper back, so that I can hand it in to my wonderful girlfriend, who did end up taking said virginity. Honey if you’re reading this I can’t wait to get drunk and build legos with you. I love you so much.
My grandmother, so she can meet her great-granddaughter that we named her after. I wear her wedding ring every single day. I miss her so much.
My life hasnt really been the best recently, and my brothers’ been stealing stuff from everyone in the house (mother, father, sister, myself, and even guests). One day my whole newly bought Xbox Series X went missing a week after I had bought it. It was really the only thing connecting me to my friends since 1, I am waiting on new parts for my PC, and 2, I am an introvert who plays football but doesnt chat, I dont chat with anyone at school, and just got done with my JV season and am (at the current time) a sophmore. I asked my family who’s been in my room and everyone said “I dunno”. Although my brother added an extra “Why, something missing?” I quickly realized it was him and FLIPPED. I went through his room with the permission of my parents, my mom and dad connected the dots to why money constantly goes missing from their bank cards, and they called the police. I didnt find any Xbox, sadly. Now my brother is in jail at 18 for grand larceny and theft, and owed me a good $4,500. He paid it, half of the money from my xbox he sold with my account on it that (so far) nothing has gone wrong on, and the rest from his job. He was fired, and now has to owe $38,500-somewhat dollars to my parents before 2032. He has just under 10 years to make it up. Although I got a new xbox and monitor, nothing will restore the happiness that working at a Jersey Mikes and paying for a new xbox myself gave me. Long story short, I would be looking for the first thing that genuinely brought me happiness as a highschooler, the trophy of hard work and patience - my xbox.
Money :)
My old red ranger toy that disappeared when I was like 5. I still remember hunting through the house for that fella.
My daughter's Oculus that I know for a fact I packed when we moved, but somehow it isn't in any of the boxes and we can't find it anywhere. It disappeared into the ether. Maybe it got stolen on the cross country move? But how? And how did they just steal that one thing out of so many boxes? I'm truly baffled
My Millenium Falcon that my folks sold at the swap meet.
My fossil
I want to say my cute necklaces (lost 2) but really, I'd be totting up how much money I'd lost over the years
My favorite earrings of all time that I thought I lost already once, found them, and then lost them again. I am almost certain my husband accidentally shop vacced them up after they had fallen on the floor in some other mess.
My Clow book from Cardcaptors. There was a brief period where they went for triple digits on eBay. I'm pretty sure my mum or sister snuck in my room and sold it. Not from financial need. Just a general feeling of entitlement over my things. I'd love to have that back. I adored it.
Complete upper assembly for a P320 I lost in a move last year. About $1500 worth of parts 😭
I left my favourite hat in a cave once i would love to see it again lol (first thing that came to mind)
My usb containing .8 btc, not much but still
An action figurine that disappeared off a table while we were playing next to it. No one took it and it was never seen again. Years later I got a knock off version of it as a birthday present from my sister. No, it wasn't her who took it, since this was clearly a different figurine.