I went through a box of high school and college stuff, throwing most of it away. I hadn’t kept things for sentimental reasons, but to make things easy for my biographer. They would need to know every Broadway show I attended, so those ticket stubs and playbills would be helpful.
I am no longer concerned about my biographer. I’m not sentimental or nostalgic enough to keep any of it at this point. Most of it was too ridiculous to even mention here, although I did forget how big painter’s caps were in the 80s. There were 10 or 12 of them in the box.