I've been accused of holding on things well past their prime. I tend to get attached to things/stuff/junk and have a hard time letting it go (or so says my better half). Remember: One man's trash is another man's treasure? It sorta runs in the family.
Way, way, way back in the stone age, when I was a kid in college, my parents bought me a cube refrigerator for my dorm room. Nothing fancy, just a plain old brown fridge for $89 at the local Sears for me to store milk and fresh vegetables (hops is a vegtable, right?)that I could consume while I studied hard. Got lots of use during my 4 years at that institution. After I graduated, I left it with my folks since I couldn't haul it overseas to Germany. They never chose to get rid of it and I eventually reclaimed it for a while when we lived in Dallas (made a good garage refridge). When my brother's kids wound up at the same college, I passed it along to them to use. It made the rounds through 4 boys and eventually wound up back at my brother's house serving as a beverage chilling device for many long, hot Texas summers. Each kid would add their own statement to the door/side with a bumper sticker (or two). Sarge finally sucumbed to old age last week and my brother sent him off with all the dignity and recognition befitting his years of service.
Side note: The wife chided me that "you need to let things go". I gently reminded her that I've known her as long as old Sarge...