If you were given a box full of every item you've ever lost, what would you look for first?

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Mine would be a stuffed toy that was lost in a house move when I was 9. (I don't need a psychologist to tell me it represented more than an actual toy!)

My grandmother's opal ring which she left to me after she died.

My son.

A leather jacket I loved. It was in the house somewhere and one day I just never saw it again. I’m hoping it accidentally went in the loft and it might come back into my life again. It really was the best leather jacket.

My brothers T-shirt. He lost it on holiday when we were kids and his heart broke 😢

It wouldn't fit him now because he was 6 but maybe I could frame it

My great grandmothers locket.

I'm still devastated that I lost it 3 years ago. I kept it in an envelope while I was trying to put a new photo in and I threw it out thinking it was empty 😔

My engagement ring. I took it off my finger because it was loose and wore it on a chain round my neck. Both chain and ring vanished.

My love letters from my partner: we have been together since we were 18, and we are 57 now. My family couldn't wait for me to go to university and I took everything I owned with me.

When I moved from down university to London at 22, I had to stay overnight at my family home. My sister was particularly worried that I would be coming back to stay and would not let me sleep in what had been our shared bedroom so I had to sleep downstairs on the sofa. She and my brother took all my belongings and put them out in the bins and they were taken away by the bin men the next morning. I had no way of getting them back, as I had no access to a car and no money to get a taxi.

When I went to London the next day all I had was £40, the clothes I'd gone to bed in and my teddy bear. I was in shock really and it took a long time for me to feel the loss!

I really wish I'd had those love letters from the early days. I would stay in Cambridge over the holidays and he would go back home to Romford and help his dad do handyman and gardening jobs so we used to write to each a lot (this was in the 80s when that was practically the only method of communication we had!).

The diamond ring I accidentally put into the bin the day after I was given it 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

A photo album that went missing between house moves, with pictures of me and my friends aged around 17.

To clarify, all my belongings were in boxes and bags stacked up in the hall by the front door.

My partner was coming the following day to collect me and all my stuff in his dad's car. That's why it was so easy for them to just grab it and throw it out in the bins.

A pair of sandals I left on a beach. They were the perfect combination of reasonably attractive and incredibly comfortable. I have very sensitive feet and usually end up with blisters/bleeding if I don't wear socks but could walk for miles in these sandals even in the heat without any discomfort. As they were so precious I hid them under a sunbed to protect them from getting splashed or squirted with suncream and changed in to cheap (uncomfortable) beach shoes. Then when I left just grabbed my bag and left in my beach shoes and didn't realise until I went to get them from my bag the next morning.

Jeeeeesus.

I hope that was the last you ever spoke to or saw them?!

My engagement ring stolen in a burglary & a coat which I loved and forgot on the train when pregnant and very much baby brained!

My grandpa's cigarette box. You filled it with cigarettes, pushed a lever, and a wooden bird bent down and pecked up a cigarette with its beak. I loved that so much. It got lost in packing up their house when they moved and it's the one thing I would really have wanted to keep to remind me of him

My grandma's enamelled bracelet. I took it off to wash my hands in a public toilet in Stevenage in the mid 1970's and forgot to put it back on. Sudenly realised and returned a couple of minutes later, but someone had pinched it. Devastated, especially as it had only just been passed down to me, and it made my mum really upset too.

A tape recording of an interview I did with my granny about her childhood. She died ten years ago, I'd love to hear her voice again.

I’m really sorry about your friend your lost messages 😢

(I LOVED The Princess and the Pea! Wish I’d kept all my ladybird books)

My jewellery that was stolen during a house burglary when I was pregnant with DD 18 years ago. Especially the earrings that were made with the diamonds from my grandmother’s engagement ring. Also the rings I was given for my 21st and 30th birthdays.

@Flatleak I went NC with them in my 30s! Should have done it earlier.

Cartier ring. Taken by my then 3 year old daughter whilst I was on the phone and when I got off the phone and never seen again. She's didn't swallow it, all she could say was she had put it in a bag.

Vanished without a trace.

Hugs to you

My polar bear cuddly that I can remember dropping/throwing from my pushchair. So sad about him.

Everyone on this thread should have a listen to this song. Never fails to make me smile:

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I’m sorry to hear this. Over 25 years ago most of my mums jewellery was stolen becuase they’d gone into garden at back and not locked the front door. She was heartbroken as they contained a lot of items my grandmother (her mother) had made in her city and guilds and then degree jewellery making course. Unique pieces and very 50/60s. They took her engagement ring that was worth so little (garments and a small band of gold).

she died just 5 years after. Still had no engagement ring (won’t get into why my dad didn’t replace her ring for their 40/ruby wedding the year after they were stolen 🙄🤯), and she missed wearing the lovely things her mum had made, filled with memories

I sometimes dream about some of those items - I remember some my grandmother wore I was fascinated with as a child.

jewellery is often not just about value, it’s is about emotions and a lot of those emotions are linked to memories. It’s like someone stealing part of your memory bank.
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