Memories and why I hang on to some gear

Prompted to start this thread after a couple of exchanges with Chris
I have a lot of what my beloved Cecile calls "junk" in the shed and while most of it is way past its working life some of the items have such strong associations with some very good times I am loath to part with them; I'd give them to a good home or sell them but not take them to the tip
The old kids pack full of hole where the rats chewed though it to get to the chockolate my daughter left in there and my old PaddyMade japara tent for instance
Some things simply take me back to times when I was happiest or remind me of when my kids were still just kids
Also some gear deserves a second life as car camping gear or safety equipment in the boot
I have a lot of what my beloved Cecile calls "junk" in the shed and while most of it is way past its working life some of the items have such strong associations with some very good times I am loath to part with them; I'd give them to a good home or sell them but not take them to the tip
The old kids pack full of hole where the rats chewed though it to get to the chockolate my daughter left in there and my old PaddyMade japara tent for instance
Some things simply take me back to times when I was happiest or remind me of when my kids were still just kids
Also some gear deserves a second life as car camping gear or safety equipment in the boot