As a kid, I was always one of those "over-privileged twats who always had the newest bestest toys". I had everything: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Transformers, GI Joe, Power Rangers, Batman, Legos, Micro Machines, etc. But by far, the GI Joes were my favorites.
I use "were" in past tense because as I started to get older (mind you, I took real good care of them, and I was 18 at the time), my mum was trying to make me throw them out (she has issues with my room: its a monstrosity filled wall-to-wall with stuff from my childhood like old game consoles, posters, game magazines, toys, etc.). It came to a head when I told her I'd never throw them out. Not even one.
So one weekend, I was on a camping trip with my cousins and brothers, and I cam back home Monday afternoon to find.... everything gone.
Everything. My old toys, books, game systems, comics, EVERYTHING. I freaked out. I ran and yelled at my mum who said she had it all "cleaned up".
To this very day, I can never forgive her for that. Never. Ever.