So It's all about the context then. Which is as it should be I suppose. My folks had this antique dining room table that I grew up around and we played many games and had many meals around it. When my mom died two years ago she left it to me. The finish was practically worn off the top and it was badly water ringed. I sanded the top and refinished it and now my kids and I will game around it until it goes to one of them. I'll put a couple of pics on my profile page.

My guitars

Apparently mine is my cell phone. I have stress dreams often where I lose my cell phone and I'm freaked out. I feel lost, cut off, afraid... I think it represents my ability to reach out if I'm ever in trouble.

I may have to many of them I could be a hoarder, I can attach a memory to many many objects this is a problem when I have an extremely good memory.

An antique micro mosaic brooch handed down to me from my great grand mother who emigrated from Sicily

Highly skilled, master hoarder here! Everything in my house, garage, barn, and storage shed(s) is a memory from my past, or my parents' or their parents'. And you thought there was no meaning to life!

I have a ornament my sister made for me of a man kicked back and removing his shoes. He's leaning against a sign that points to London. She painted for me too. I was born in Lancashire.

yes

I keep a couple of handmade love letters from my ex, they meant so much to me and gave me much joy.

No I'm past materialism having faced death three times in 9 years. I love my dog, cat and 2 daughters. Love my home.

Ashes. Photos. Voice recordings. Personal items exchanged sometimes.

Multi tool well that is more for survival if needed.

My antique singer sewing machine that was in my parents house growing up. It was passed on to me when they moved. Also my late feline sons paw print in clay and his ashes.

My cell phone. Lol. It's not an heirloom.

I miss the music with a soul in the 70s and 80s. Pink Floyd- Dark side of moon is even has a stronger message for today.

Daughter birth, sculptor contests and Romances are the most solid memories.

A couple of old books from the 1940's that my mom gave to me before she passed -- "Great Ghost Stories of the World" and "Seven Famous Novels by H.G. Wells". These are not only reminders of the past, but good reading too. Also, I have my father's watch, that he gave me.

I love my ps4

Many because they remind me of loved ones. Here is a short list from my long life. Dad- small shaving mirror and a half pint Sunnybrook bottle.

Oh, mercy, many! Probably too many. For a while now I've been trying to remember that getting rid of something that someone gave me (particularly loved ones who have died) is not the same as getting rid of them/their memory.

Some that I'll always keep are my grandmother's wedding rings (which I sometimes wear, illogically, for luck); my MIL's rosary; and the huge, old McCoy mixing bowl that my nana made my favorite sweetbread in.

Cars, all of my cars I nearly cry when they are sold...