Fathers can be cunts also
I don't think I have any possessions from before I was 13 years old and those after I've fought long and hard for. The reason? My father was a mental.
To elaborate, he was a person who held down a decent job and raised a family but looking back on it, something was just not right. Children make mess, there are no two ways about it, but if your child has strewn their toys all over the sitting room, what would you do?

1. Encourage them to pick them up and return them from whence they came?
2. Reluctantly clear them away after the little one has gone to bed?
3. Stomp off to the kitchen huffing and puffing, returning with a bin bag and then proceeding to clear the entire floor of toys and anything else that may be lying around, swear, and then unceremoniously dump said bin bag outside?

Well, my father was number 3. Mostly if it was out of sight, it was safe from the bin but then again I lost all of my clothes (they were in a suitcase at the time but in the "wrong" place), magazines and comics collected over the years (the single box they were stored in was apparently making my bedroom look like a shit hole), and for the special prize my entire collection of gen 1 Transformers was taken to the tip for the reason that "we're fed up of paying money for this plastic shit" - WTF? If it wasn't nailed down, it was chucked out - I guess he was suffering from the opposite of compulsive hoarding.
Christmas was always a great laugh - it got to the point where he was trying to chuck out the presents with the wrapping paper...

Anyway, it's not the fact that any of the stuff that was binned was valuable, it's the fact that it was MY stuff, be it presents or bought with pocket money.
I would never have sold any of it anyway - toys, books, games or whatever are my childhood memories and I could never willingly part with them. Unfortunately, these experiences have affected me quite badly. It also doesn't help that a hoarding gene runs in my family - my maternal Grandfather lived in a massive house in London but only one room was habitable due to the number of books, vacuum cleaners and other shit cluttering up the place, and after my father died, my mother started collecting the Sunday papers and buying the entire contents of charity shops - it took over two weeks to empty her house after she died. The upshot of this is I can't chuck stuff out, you know, just in case...My lovely wife who is also from a family of hoarders is the same. In 40 years time, we fully expect to be living the life of Mr. Trebus and we'll probably end up dying crushed under stacks of broken furniture and newspapers. We fear for how our little daughter will turn out.

P.S. Any points for not having any Star Wars stuff?
(Fucksticks, Mon 18 Aug 2008, 1:08, 1 reply)

Points for no Star Wars or 2000ad.
They sound like the did have real problems.
What I don't understand is that they threw out your Transformers saying they 'didn't what to pay for this plastic shit any more'.
Then why not sell it and get the money back!
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Mon 18 Aug 2008, 10:40, closed)