Something else.

I've got this pile of junk under my bed. The tradition of carefully gathering junk started either when we'd move countries or houses and engage in the ritual of "purging". I know it sounds disturbing and messy, and you'd be right. It was.
We'd go through our drawers of mostly papers, maybe a watch or a ruler. I had belts as an extra possession in many moving years. All four of us girls had an unhealthy love of stationary. We lived for it, and we got extreme pleasure out of writing on a clean page.

So whenever we'd move - which was often - we'd throw away anything we didn't desperately want to keep. We had the same mini suitcase from toddler years till we turned sixteen.

So we'd gather up a few birthday & Christmas cards, our girly prize possessions, our pot plants, and our pets. We'd store these things in an envelope, but once we got a bit older it might have been a plastic bag. It would eventually graduate into a small box, or a basket. Then it might move into a cloth bag, or a folder. Eventually it would become a large box of sentimental junk.

For some reason, i still have mine. It evolved into a weighty wooden case. I'd inventory it, but there are just too many rotting plants that i could not do without. If it came to a duel between it and my laptop i would be torn in two.