When I was about 12 or 13, I had a fit because my bedroom still had all of my old baby stuff in it with the exception of my bed. My mom finally agreed to redo my room to give me something "more fit for a teenager". In the process I told her to throw out all of my old baby stuff. I told her I had no use for the old collectables and child-sized furniture. She just laughed and told me I should keep them so that I could give them to my own daughter some day. I told her I was never having kids and if I did, I wouldn't want to give them my old crap (god was I a brat). Well all these years later, I thought that she had throw all of the stuff out until I was visiting her the day that she put away her Christmas tree. She had my brother crawling around in the attic for a good hour or so and then they said that they had something to show me. She kept everything! I now have vintage child-sized furniture for when my daughter is a little older plus a ton of collectables that we actually found out are now worth money! I'm actually glad that my mom didn't listen to me because now my daughter is going to have so truly special things in her nursery that I would never be able to buy today.