most prized possessions

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There are quite a number of items I'd hate to loose; generally things you just cannot go out in the shops and get a suitable replacement for. But one dear possesion that sprang to mind as I read the "headline" for this thread, is my first computer; a portable "version" of the well-known Commodore 64...

My books. Especially the antique ones; those are irreplacable.

You'd be surprised how much crap you can pare down when you move 249872987429834 times. I think the extent of my personal belongings I am unable to part with could fit into a large laundry basket.

While hoarding massive amounts of everything that interests or appeals to me is... appealing... it's also very freeing to get rid of it all.

I suppose I could live without my books since I'm doing that already. I have an extensive collection, all nicely packed up and stored about 3000 miles from here. VC Andrews, John Grisham, Michael Crichton, etc..

All of my Hellsing and Trinity Blood DVDs. You'd have to pry them from my cold undead body to get them out of my possession.

(Get it? "undead"? The shows are about vampires? Ah well... I tried.)

my soon to arrive powerchair

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I really like my guitars.

For me, it would probably be my computer, with all my artwork and all my files I would be gutted if I would loose those.

Other than that, probably my family.

My kitties!

My white Nintendo DS Lite and my copy of Okami for PS2.

On the one hand, there is my data, which I back up onto a portable hard disk on a regular basis (and burn to DVD often as well). In my nightmares, the fire alarm goes off and I grab that little bundle of information at the same time I am tying my shoes. If I have to jump, it's still going with me. In that little box are the pictures I've painted, the words I've written, and the rest of the echoes of who I am.

On the other hand, it's the shoe-box I keep on the top shelf of my bedroom closet. Within that little box are a scant handful of items that include a pebble from the top of a mountain I once sat upon, a small piece of a Redwood tree (purchased from the environmentally friendly park shop, not scavenged), a nut (as in nut and bolt) surreptitiously removed from an unobtrusive spot on a wall in the sound stage where Fritz Lang shot "Metropolis" in 1927, and the small collection of cards and gift tags from presents I received when I was younger, amongst other things.

Everything else is just "stuff" and I wouldn't miss it, but loosing either of the above would be devastating.

Nick

My shoes... I need them to walk miles everyday and they keep my feet warm and protected from broken glass, gravel, nails, and other objects that threaten my foots well being. My shoes are the single most important article of clothing i posess.

My sanity.

My Thomas the Tank Engine stuff all means a lot for me. It's kind of an anchor for my mind.

I'd never want to see something bad happen to my dog.

- My Truck (Betsy)
- Knife My Great-Gradfather Made
- Guitar
- WWII Kit Bag From Grandfather

... But most importantly, my GF.