I keep Polaroids in my wallet of me and my friends.
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moths.
Our dreams are made of real things, like a shoebox full of photographs.
I've got a lot of jewellery that I love - whether it costs a pound or whatever, it's all precious to me.
Most of my rings are not expensive at all; they're just things that remind me of people that gave 'em to me. And they all have their own stories, their own meanings.
I keep all of my letters, postcards, and thank you notes. I'll keep them forever!
I still have the art projects my kids made for me 20 years ago. I cherish them, crude and silly as some of them may be.
I have always kept notes and have kept letters from my friends and mother, which is rather depressing, as it takes you to the past.
Childhood memories are sometimes covered and obscured beneath the things that come later, like childhood toys forgotten at the bottom of a crammed adult closet, but they are never lost for good.
