When we cleaned out my dad's house after he died, I found a few things from my childhood, some drawings that had been stuck in a photo album, a book that had gotten put on the wrong shelf and sat there for 40 years, but not much else. My sisters went through the house about 20 years ago and pretty much threw everything out in some kind of feng shui mania. My dad was pissed, it wasn't their place, and he liked his clutter.
I love the scene in Amelie when the old man is re-united with his childhood toys.
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