My brother recently sent a nice message to my mom about some fountain pen ink he had and a story about how us kids would clean up our night-table drawers on a rainy day - except we basically didn't throw much away, we would just re-organize. This reminded me of something I just came across.
On the May long-weekend, I went through my office/work-room and got rid of 4 bags of garbage, 5 bags of recycling and about 7 bags for the thrift store. I am definitely a sentimental sort - but decided I could finally throw away the ripped vinyl pencil case I'd had since about Grade 4. In it were these erasers which I had cherished as a kid: