Not so much a treasure found but a treasure given away
I must have been about 21, fresh from Uni, my childhood something to forget I ever went through.
On returning home, my Mum demanded I have a clear out, so I decided to part with my entire Star Wars collection of figures, the milennium falcon, Bobba Fett's slave one, a Darth Vader helmet figure holder from the states that I got as a returned-from-holiday present, a ridiculous amount of crap. I decided to pass them on to my step-nephew as a charitable gesture. Truth be told, I couldn't bear to give them all away (this was in pre-eBay days, and pre-episodes 1-3 euphoria) so this was the next best thing, passing everything on to a younger relation for him to enjoy.

I next saw him about a year later so I casually enquired as to how he was getting on with the toys. "Oh, we threw them all away" came his refreshingly honest early-teenager reply. Limited edition figures, Yoda's dagobah system, it would be worth a fortune if the cunt didn't bin it all.

That was nearly ten years ago and it still pains me to recall it. Moral: fuck charity.
(Boris Webshite, Mon 4 Jul 2005, 3:18, Reply)