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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.

Book that my parents used to read to me before bedtime when I was a little kid. I should also have a copy of the Hobbit around here somewhere. Although I think one of my sisters is looking after a few of my old childhood things that weren't destroyed or lost over the years.

Plenty of Lego, even some from my parents' childhood.

A small stone encrusted bronze box, in which I keep vaguely mystical objects in arrangements I do not fully understand. The selection of these objects has always held a remote fascination to me, and in three decades of doing so I have never revealed this secret to any soul.

I've still got a couple of my cuddly toys. Bloody love them, they're now vacuum packed

I have my gameboy color I got when I was maybe 6 or 7.

My cuddle bear. I gave it a hand wash recently

I still have the mouse I bought with my first PC in 2003. Not only do I have it ... I still use it. It just keeps working.

Pretty sure that's nothing at all

My legos, RC car and airsoft guns.

I still have two slide rules from my youth.

They were anachronisms even then, but I thought it was funny watching my fellow classmates' and teachers' faces as I solved my math problems with these aluminum things stained a bright yellow.

Me, myself, and I. So three things.

Actually, a lot of old movies too. Make that four.