While I’m starting this thread, I honestly can’t think of anything she threw out. Strange. I’m sure something will come to me sometime. But anything I collected wasn’t worth that much anyway.
But I’ve heard horror stories on all these collectables that went straight into the trash because someone’s mom figured they were worthless. What is it with moms, anyway?
So what did yours throw away?
Strangely, nothing. Maybe some porn, because she would’ve been too embarassed to confront me.
My Nazi Punks Fuck Off pin, She never said anything, but it just disapeared off my desk.
My Shirley Temple doll and all my comic books. All my sister’s Barbie dolls and their clothes. My brother’s Matchbox collection. Grrrrr.
I had this Battlestar Gallactica ship that I got for my birthday back in like 80 or 81. It emited this tone like “BEEEEEEEEEEEEE” and when you tilted it up the tone would get higher and higher and higher, then you tilted it down and it would get lower and lower and lower. I used to play with it all the time. Going up and down up and down as I flew it around the house and outside the house. It was very loud. After awhile it disappeared.
Now that I’m an adult, I understand why.
an extensive, expensive, painstakingly aquired collection of Cure posters, including a wall sized version of the Robert Smith in a Betty Boop T-shirt poster. I was heartbroken, years of obsession and scouring mail order catalogues and music stores all over the country, burned in our bbq. All because my mom mistakenly thought I was doing drugs (i was 14 at the time and wouldn’t start doing drugs till years later), and mistakenly concluded that Robert Smith was making me do drugs.
Bad Hat
Everything! ::
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My novel I was writing… my keepsake from the woman I considered a third grandmother… my toys… my books… the basket of artificial flowers I carried as flowergirl at my aunt’s wedding… my box of poetry and papers I’d hidden away.
My mother hates clutter. I love keepsakes. Rather than fight me to clear out junk, she’d just throw stuff away while I was at school.
I’ve still got my first and only Barbie, but poor old Ken was passed to some cousins. So poor, miserable, lonely bouffant Barbie lies sad and alone in a dresser drawer.
I honestly can’t think of anything else of sentimental value that disappeared…
cazzle, that’s horrible!
I think if my folks had done that, I would’ve burned their clothes at the next opportunity.
Cazzle
Gasp, I think we may be related. My journals, my pictures of River Phoenix, my drawings, my stickers…and on and on.
“I don’t know just what possesed you. If I were a cop I’d arrest you. Mom, what’s going on? I know to you it seemed like trash, but did you have to do something quite so rash. Dad? This is really lame. You threw out my Nancy Drew books,my model horses from Massachusetts, all my Barbies and all my Kens, my stuffed animals, my childhood friends. I had never forgetten about them. How can I go on with out them. I feel so unsteady. Oh Nancy I miss you already”
Tuscadero-Nancy Drew
Disclaimer: that wasn’t a suggestion
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My mom threw out my dad. But he’s a jerk so it’s ok I don’t really miss him.
I was given a beer can collection of over 50 beers, all cans full and some quite rare (e.g., MAS*H Beer). An old tin can of Fife and Drum got a bit rusty and mom decided that all the cans were going to leak all over my closet. She opened them all up and poured the beer down the bath tub. Worse, she opened them from the top, not the bottom.
Oh she’d have been in big trouble… if I didn’t love her 
When my folks moved from my childhood home, I had already moved out but was in a tiny apartment, so I couldn’t get all the stuff I wanted. My Dad piled everything in boxes and moved it, even though I offered to go there and sift through it myself. “No, it’s no big deal, it’s not that much stuff. We’ll move it all.”
Cut to a few months later. I’m at their new place, digging through my stuff. Where are my Shriekback albums? I spent years trying to get old Shriekback stuff on vinyl, had all kinds of good, hard-to-find stuff. Where is it?
“Oh, I took all those records to Goodwill. You have a CD player now, right?”
The Death Star
Did you not hear me?
I said my mother threw out The Death Star.
Once more with feeling:
MY MOTHER THREW OUT THE GODDAMN FRICKING DEATH STAR!
It was huge hemisphere with loads of different rooms and compartments and you could push your Star Wars figures down the shute and into the trash compactor and close the trash compactor and squash your Star Wars figures and it was cool and my mother threw the goddamn thing out!
[sub]But I’m not bitter.[/sub]
My entire bottom dresser drawer full of comic books.
And (this really hurts) my Lionel Train Set was sold in a garage sale for 75 cents. The old kind. Heavy black engine that puffed smoke, couple of cars and a red caboose, figure 8 track and a “dimmer” type switch. Absolute classic.
Both these happened when I was at summer camp 30 years ago.
Some day I’m gonna put her in a home.
Witness the destructive power of this fully operational trash compactor.
Oh my God, I remember those things. I wanted one of those so badly I could just shit. I remember I was around 11, and I had two cousins, a 6 year old and a 7 year old. Both boys. My uncle got BOTH of them one of those for Christmas one year, and I got some stupid girly thing. I was so jealous I just about cried. Grrrr… I still want one.