Please help me feel less pathetic. Has anything in your life become important enough that their loss makes you weep even though to anyone else they are entirely trivial?
Mine: when I was ten I went to Guide camp and the patrol I was in won the patrol prize. Each of us was given a wooden spatula with a silver star cut from a milk bottle top stuck on with a loop of cellotape and 'Top Patrol' written on in felt tip. A couple of the older cooler girls didn't want their prize so I ended up with three. They went with me, unused, to Uni and have been used, on and off, since then. Tonight my adult son broke the last one while making dinner.
I had to go to the loo for a little cry. I know that it is ridiculous. You can buy an almost identical spatula even now for probably not much more than a pound, but that one had been with me for over 45 years from my first Guide camp.
Please tell me I'm not the only one with a special attachment to something nonsensical!