I'm pretty sentimental. Most of my parents' stuff I remember fondly from my childhood. It's hard for me to part with it. A funny thing happened the other day, though. My dad had a large green glass ashtray that I remember from way back when. I don't smoke, so I just kept it on my desk as a reminder. The other day it accidentally got pushed off the desk and broke into several pieces. For about five seconds I was sad, then I was actually glad. It's one less thing I have to deal with--memories or no memories. I'm so tempted to "accidentally" break a bunch of other stuff I can't bear to part with.