I keep EVERYTHING. Seriously. I still have the little tags put on my brother and two little sisters...the security tags that hospital staff put on the hands and feet of new born babies. I also keep boarding passes of the flights I've been on, also broken stuff that I haven't the heart to throw away, all my excercise books from school...you get the idea. And I'm only nineteen! I think I need to see a psychiatrist else I'll end up ninety with a house chock full of broken useless junk
I have to include this little guy, he cracks me up. Every time.