I have about a dozen shoeboxes jammed in the farthest corners of my closet just stuffed to the brim with old letters, cards, ticket stubs, and other random things that carry serious sentimental value for me. Every time I move, I carefully pack up all these boxes and place them lovingly in my new closet, where they sit for the most part untouched. Every once in a while though, when I'm feeling down or just contemplative, I open up the boxes and let the nostalgic feeling wash over me — it's like a trip down memory lane!
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Being the sentimental person that I am, I'm a total saver when it comes to anything special. I collect business cards of restaurants I've been to with friends, napkins from weddings, menus from great first dates, and place cards form dinner parties I've attended. I savor love letters, old photos of my parents when they were my age, and I even have a piece of the ratty, old blanket I used to snuggle with as a child. 
