I am cleaning out my hopechest tonight. It brings back such a flood of memories! I started it when I was twelve with the purchase of a rolling pin for twelve dollars.
Happily, most of it I still love and it makes me smile remembering when or how I got it; and the girlish hopes I infused that purchase with. Other things I don't really care for much anymore, yet they also have strong memories attached that I cannot bear to part with it. Like some of my cow stuff: I still think its cute, but I no longer dream of decorating my house with Holstein dairy cows. I still keep it (even when some cows look angry) because that was such a big part of my life at one point. The rest of it is going in the garage sale.