Walking the very fine line between ‘family archivist’ and ‘hoarder’ | TheSpec.com I know that one day my youngest will be ecstatic over the box of Sailor
Moon toys and tapes lovingly preserved in the Sailor Moon carry-on in
the basement rafters. I keep telling her it’s down there when she wants
it, proud of my foresight, but she just gives me a strange look with
worried undertones while mumbling something about not being eight
anymore. But wait ’til she’s 55 and it’s in mint condition. Surprise!