Ah yes, the shed full of childhood treasures.
Neopets. Furbys. Old journals. A baby grand piano. Lacrosse sticks. Volleyball kneepads. Those car seatbelt belts I'd wear in middle school.
Interests, passions, dreams, and pieces of myself I thought I had outgrown.
I've been bringing many of them back into the house.
Growth isn't erasure. It's continuation and finding a place for things you love(d) in the life you're building now.