Shit, a lot. We’ve got a big attic, and there’s always been kids that visit, so throwing things away never seemed to be worth doing.

I think the most important ones are the ones not in the attic though.

My wind up Winnie the Pooh that plays the theme song, my Mattel Godzilla with the fire tongue, and spring loaded hand that shoots out; my Spider-Man doll (stuffed, with Velcro hands that used to have a cable that could be hooked to things and he’d slide down), and the pillow my grandmother made for me.

All of them were significant as a kid. And they’ve all been a comfort to me in one way or another over the years.