I used to care a great deal about a lot of things I no longer give a thought to, except with some kind of fond nostalgia, an inner smile when I come across them:
Smurfs. I had a whole collection of the little plastic characters and was on the look out for more. The tiny blue elf-like critters were set up on various spots atop my bookshelves.
Baretta hats. I lived in mine, even though it wasn’t exactly like his.I’m not sure when I gave it up and quit caring. I still have a fondness for that Robert Blake character. I had this same kind of focus on Starsky and Hutch. I had S & H puzzles, board game, books-I never missed an episode, and I had both of David (Hutch) Soul’s albums. I still do.
I don’t really collect things anymore; I’m not a fan of stuff, especially if it has to be dusted. I do have books, but not near as many as I did five years ago. I do cherish having my mother’s fine china and the little blue and gold Czech dishes from my grandfather’s house, and one of the Hummel’s that sat on the built-in nick-knack shelf in the dining room part of our living room. What I love most about having these few things is thinking about the family I love who handled them, especially my mother, and the family I’ve never met who cherished them. When I hold them, it brings that family alive to me.