My Legos might be the thing I am most salty about losing. There is nothing else I own or have lost that I worked harder for or looked forward to more than my Lego collection. All of it was stolen and thrown away by one of my sisters. She resented me for the pride I had in having worked for them/built the stuff, so she threw them all away. Every piece was worth a bunch of leaves raked up, every set represented a tidy neighborhood. She still hates me btw. I hope my Legos are waiting for me in hell.