Partly inspired by the ebay toy thread (and the fact that my parents keep bugging me to come pick up my stuff). What did you do with all of your toys, games, card collections etc?
I have visions of finding somthing valuable amongst it all, but I’ll probably have to hold onto the things for another decade or two for that to happen.
Moved to Tokyo and lived in an apartment with less then 500 sq ft. Amazing how many things you can learn to live without.
Burned it all up in a fire.
Not on purpose though. Our house burned down when I was 17. No more childhood stuff.
My father is still trying to get it out of his basement!
Every time I see or talk to him (which is a lot), he says something like…“so…I’ve got this trunk full of Star Wars vehicles and action figures that you can take with you when you leave if you want…”
Every christmas I get a package full of random old junk, which is pretty fun. This year it was a tennis trophy I won when I was 11, the “Doo-wop Singalong Songbook” (awesome!), and a huge collection of Pez dispensers that I apparently was very into at some point. I have no memory of it. Oh, and there was also a cool snapshot of me and my then best friend Craig riding in the back seat of another friend’s dad’s car on our way to an airshow…except the airshow had happened the week before…so we never saw anything. It’s a fun memory.
Whatever I still had at age 27 burned up in an arson fire. Prior to that, my family moved around so much, things got left behind…I doubt there’s a single childhood toy of mine still in existence.
My mother does have quite a few very old books at her home, and those will never get discarded.
I haven’t brought it with me whenever I’ve moved, so far… I never had a home that was permanent enough to do that.
So it’s either
a) been thrown away, or
b) still at Mom’s, or
c) been given to visiting children.
I keep some of my grade cards because when we found them I discovered that my grades hadn’t been anywhere near as awful as I remembered (growing up with perfectionist parents is a bitch, my grades were in the top 10% but I remembered them as horrible!). And one collection of cards because I finished it… it’s missing one picture because my little brother ate it (of course, the one he ate is also the one that had been harder to find).
No childhood clothes left; we know which books were bought for/by which child but they’re considered “family property” - they belong to my nephew now 
we’ll teach him to read any year now!
I moved in with dad when I was 15. I assume my mom either tossed my old stuff eventually, or donated it to Navy Relief.
When I think back and think, ‘Gee, I wish I still had that,’ there’s only one thing that comes to mind. A battery-powered Beatle’s Yellow Submarine that I got for a dollar and a couple of cereal box tops.
I still have my 9" B&W Hitachi TV I got when I was 12.
Tossed some more every time we moved. We moved about 10 times.
I gave some of it to the museum in which I work, because our collection of modern toys is very small.
The rest I’ve given to family members’ children, or kept here at my house for kids to play with when they come over for a visit.
I sorted it all when I first moved out of home and kept a few bits and pieces. I threw the rest away.
When my parents sold my childhood home they had me take what I wanted. I don’t know what they did with the rest. About the only thing I have from then is the Cross pen my father gave me when I “graduated” seventh grade (I skipped eighth which sent me from grade to high school and the grade school did not let me walk with the graduating eighth graders). I had my first teddy bear through college but it got tossed.
It used to be in my Mom’s basement. Then they had a bad flood and it is all gone. The only thing I have left is my first teddy bear.
Most of the books are packed away in boxes somewhere, awaiting the first offspring that will be produced by either my sister or myself (nb: this is a vague future possiblity at best, but hey, it’s an excellent collection of kids’ books).
Several of the Lego sets were lost during a move (and since I was 19 at the time, it wasn’t as heartbreaking as it would have been a few years earlier). The rest of the various toys are either lost, have been thrown out, or in storage. I remember clearing out a loft a few years ago and going through many hours of happy nostalgia.
My mother has kept all my school reports and juvenile artwork, for reasons best known to herself - I presume she wants to dig it out to embarass me in front of some future SO. 
Similar to Figaro, I keep getting packages full of my old junk every Christmas/birthday/package sending spree.
I left my hometown over two years ago now, and though I had been living with a roommate, most of my stuff was left behind at my parent’s house, since they just lived up the street from where I was living. Sometimes I’d stop by and they’d have a box for me, waiting. I moved out here to Seattle, 3000 miles away from home, rather unexpectedly. I’ve been getting packages full of cool old junk ever since. Recently, I got my old My Child doll back (a Mattel doll from the 80s). Her name is Sarah, I remember I named her after a cheesy Starship song. :smack: She’s wearing Kid Sister’s shirt, though. Her original outfit is long gone, but I remember it was a flowered yellow dress, and she had little plastic white booties, and a yellow ribbon in her red hair.
And everyone knows the story of my Super Pickle by now. I knew my husband was special when he got one for me on my birthday a couple years ago. I’ve had so many… but this one, I hope, will be the last one! I love my Super Pickle. He’s my favourite toy, no question.
Oh, and by the way, perverts, this is a Super Pickle.
As the first of 5 kids, most of my toys became hand-me-downs to my sibs and my cousins. I only have 2 in my possession - a bride doll I won in a contest when I was 4, and my Barbie. Honestly, I can’t think of any particular toy that I really wish I still had, although it would be a hoot to have a pair of my old clamp-on-the-shoe style roller skates, complete with skate key!
My own daughter saved a few of her toys and all of her books, but she donated most of her toys to various toy drives. Even as a tot, she was very generous.
My mother got rid of most of it while I was away at college. Mostly I didn’t care, but her giving away the Lionel train pissed me off. I had a few really neat cars, especially the one where the horses came out of the car and vibrated their way around a corral. Pisses me off even more now. The coal car alone would be worth hundreds.
Now my sister has the remaining stuff. My rocking horse is still in the basement (I got some new springs and let my children ride it when they were small), and a couple other things. Maybe 5 things overall.
I sure wish I had that train. And the Erector set.
When I was nine, me and my mom left the house we lived in with my stepfather in the middle of the night, and all my childhood stuff was lost.
Then I left home/got kicked out six years later, and all I had was what she’d let me grab in the five minutes I went back with a friend. She threw everything else away, everything I owned. Then, when I left town a year later, I only took what I could fit into a car with two other people in it. And when I moved again six months later, I only had what I could fit into a backpack, though two boxes of books and music came back to me a little later on.
Since then, I’ve had to move many more times, but my books have managed to follow me for a while now, at least. I’m not big on stuff. It comes and it goes; in my life, mostly it goes. I don’t get attached to things anymore. Can’t really remember the last time I did. Miss my comic books, though.
Most of the items that were still around were sold in the family garage sale last year and the leftovers donated to a nearby church.
There were a few things that I felt weird about getting rid of so they went back into the attic.
My mom kept every school paper that she could get her hands on. They’re all in the attic in brown paper bags labed with my or my brother’s name and the grade. I come from a family of pack rats.