With three kids, its inevitable that toys will be damaged or outgrown. However, a strict catholic upbringing has precluded me from being able to throw anything away. Just ask my parents, whose basement is packed with boxes and boxes of my stuff that I just couldn't bring myself to toss. After all, some of those notebooks from 3rd grade are only half-used. I might be able to use them again later.
Fearing a cluttered basement of my own someday, I took a positive step forward and threw out a drawing table that was on its last leg. Sure, it still kind-of worked, and yes, I could have just tucked it in the back of the closet and probably forgot about it, but I fought my conscious and tossed it away.
Now I have to go to confession.
