Part of my parents' move is going through everything I have accumulated during my life and ultimately left on the periphery of theirs. Since I don't need very much to live day-to-day, there is a life worth of stuff in their shed. Artifacts include congratulatory cards and hand-made baby blankets from when I was born, physics notes from college, and traditional outfits from when I worked in Burma. And these:
Trophies for "participating" in rec league soccer (I've got a whole different box for when I took up soccer seriously) and being the baddest a$$ female bowler at my middle school for three years in a row. Yup, before I took up running, or ever owned a bike or swam a stroke, I ruled the pine alleys.
Like The Dude says:
"What do you do for recreation?"
"The usual. I bowl. Drive around. The occasional [sleepover and pizza party]."