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About 2 1/2 years' worth of EGMs, 4 years of Nintendo Power, about the same amount of PC Gamers and Computer Gaming Worlds. But hell, I was never going to lug them from West Virginia to California. Magazines are heavy.
 
All of my old porn magazines.They burned the mags outside.

lol, my mom cleans my room periodically. when my dad moved out of the house, he left behind around 5 or so playboys, which of course I laid claim to. I also had some printouts of kyla cole and vega vixen that I kept along with the magazines in my old ps2 box. I never thought she'd find them there, but she did. She threw them away and never said a word to me about it.

luckily, i still have stacks of old game magazines. i love flipping through them while i take a dump when I go back home on holidays.
 
My mother gave all of my Transformers to a really poor family we knew. I had about 200 of them from gen 1 to whatever series had Headmasters and Gunmasters. I had Metroplex, Triptacon, and every assembled bot from the Predacons to the Arielbots (like, 6 of those all made from 5-6 smaller bots). I had every weapon and box top stat card clipped and in mint condition.

That kid broke or lost every single Transformer in less than 3 months. I get angry just thinking about it. I still bring it up from time to time. My mother is aware of her severe lack of judgement.

My friend asks if it includes Fortress Maximus and overlord.
 
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My parents are huge hoarders, so they never throw away anything.

I try to get them to throw away some stuff, because it's ridiculous the crap they keep.
 
My friend asks if it includes Fortress Maximus and overlord.

Fortress Maximus, yes. Overlord, no. That era happened just as I was getting out of buying transformers. I would have been 15. I stopped playing with them around 11ish, but kept collecting. I actually think Fortress Maximus was the last Transformer I bought. If not the last, he was one if them for sure. Thanks for the memory. I'm going to punch my mother in her ovaries.

I had all the dinobots, triple changers, insectobots, you name it. I spent all of my paper route money on Transformers.
 
My parents didn't throw my shit away, they sold it for stupidly low prices at a garage sale. The two things that bother me the most are the slot car set (don't know why that bugs me) and the Apple ][+ computer with several complete games. The complete games probably could have sold for 10 or 20 times what my parents sold them for.
 
I had every ereader card set and the mario party ereader game and all that shit.
They threw them all away.

Never forget.
 
I don't get it. Why would your parents throw away stuff that belongs to you?

I guess I can get the "trying to be helpful" angle of helping you to clean up ... but without consulting you? I'm thankful my parents are as pack ratty as me.
 
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only like a 100 more toys

still hurts

of course she gave them to other kids instead of throwing them away
 
My parents gave away almost all my childhood toys to different charities. I was away when they basically gathered everything and gave it away. It's fine that it went to charity as it's making another kid happy but I would have liked to keep a few more pieces. They thought I wouldn't mind since it just sat in the shed.

Honestly it still hurts a little just thinking about it.
 
All of these pale in comparison to the atrocity perpetrated by Howard Stern's mother.
He had a cousin who was an artist for DC from the '40s to the '80s, and that cousin gave him several copies of every comic that DC published in the '60s. He used one copy of each as a reader and boxed the rest. He also had a lot of original cover artwork.
His mom gave them to a little kid in the neighborhood who destroyed them.

My mom threw out my income tax return check of about 500.00 dollars on me by accident when she randomly decided to clean my desk when I was away for a weekend.

My parents would never have thrown away any of my stuff, but my mom did throw away a receipt that I needed to collect a $700 mail-in rebate.
 
I don't get it. Why would your parents throw away stuff that belongs to you?

I guess I can get the "trying to be helpful" angle of helping you to clean up ... but without consulting you? I'm thankful my parents are as pack ratty as me.
Well, all of my comic books were when I was young and was done as a punishment.
I don't think my mom is in the basement digging through my stuff and throwing random things away.

I'll probably do some of that when I go home next though. I have three or four giant Rubbermaid containers filled with magazines. 6 or 7 years worth of EGM, probably 4 years or so of Game Informer, several years of Revolver and imported Metal Hammer, a ton of mags. And they are heavy and take up space. I've got hundreds of magazines in my apartment right now from the last 6 years. I just find it so hard to ever throw anything away.
 
All of these pale in comparison to the atrocity perpetrated by Howard Stern's mother.
He had a cousin who was an artist for DC from the '40s to the '80s, and that cousin gave him several copies of every comic that DC published in the '60s. He used one copy of each as a reader and boxed the rest. He also had a lot of original cover artwork.
His mom gave them to a little kid in the neighborhood who destroyed them.



My parents would never have thrown away any of my stuff, but my mom did throw away a receipt that I needed to collect a $700 mail-in rebate.

My mate also said his mum threw away a piece of American history. I physically winced like my whole body felt it.

Fortress Maximus, yes. Overlord, no. That era happened just as I was getting out of buying transformers. I would have been 15. I stopped playing with them around 11ish, but kept collecting. I actually think Fortress Maximus was the last Transformer I bought. If not the last, he was one if them for sure. Thanks for the memory. I'm going to punch my mother in her ovaries.

I had all the dinobots, triple changers, insectobots, you name it. I spent all of my paper route money on Transformers.

My friend said "you had Fort Max". Do your parents know their worth.
 
I can't think of anything my parents threw away that bothered me. But circa 1997 they finally moved out of the house I grew up in, and me and my two older sisters, all of us having flown the coop many years prior, had to come back and clean out the garage and take whatever stuff we wanted to keep. I found a box containing the full run of Electronic Games magazine... not EGM i.e. Electronic Gaming Monthly, that came much later. This was a magazine that ran from about 1981 to 1985 and then was reformatted into Computer magazine or Computing or something like that... my mom bought me the premiere issue off the rack at the supermarket, and I subscribed from then on. Anyway, I remember opening the box, thumbing through a few issues, and then tossing them all in the bin. What a dipshit.
 
My friend said "you had Fort Max". Do your parents know their worth.

Not that particular guy, but yes she knows it was thousands of dollars worth.

True story. I had not thought about my transformers in years and years until one day when I was at a comic convention about 10 years ago. I saw lots of old Transformers in various booths for sale. The first one I saw, and the ignition source for my rage, was a yellowed out, beat up, parts missing, stickers peeling, shit version of Jetfire and they wanted 200$ for it. All I could think of was my once mint condition version with everything included, shiney and new. I think I even imagined a lens flare in my mind's eye. When I got home, I looked up all the prices online out of morbid curiousity. I made a price list, called my mother, and calmly explained what she had done.
 
My mom donated some comic books to Goodwill. I don't really read comics, but one of them was like, the first in one of The Avengers stories, where they all got back together and some people were dead and they went on a plane somewhere. Later I discovered that a friend of mine was looking for some Avengers comics. I checked Goodwill and discovered that they don't even accept comics, so I dunno what happened to it.
 
my collection of rl stine books stolen from the school library. every book stolen was its own schoolyard heist. my dad burned them and bought me ender's game. thanks dad.
 
I'm fascinated by the stories of parents burning books/comics/porno mags. Like it's some ancient ritual to piss off your children by burning their shit.
Worst my mum did was give away my NES to my shithead cousins. To be fair I had already moved onto the PSX, but I was still shitty about it.
 
Not thrown away per se, but might as well have been. I was young and into drawing. A cousin got me into copying drawings from old Ninja Turtles comics. I got a couple volumes as a present so I could continue drawing from them. They were the Eastman and Laird graphic novels. My mom put them in clear contact paper for me to protect them. I found out much later in life that that was the wrong thing to do.
 
Three things stand out:

1. My NES. I came home one day from school and realized my NES was gone, as were all the games and peripherals. Mom said she visited a family down the street who were poor and felt bad for them, so she gave the kids my NES and everything, since I had so many other gaming systems.

It was probably the right thing to do, and I would probably have been somewhat cool with it, but she didn't ask. All of this happened when I was at school, so I was pretty pissed I wasn't consulted about it. Of course, she did pay for the thing, so it should have been her call anyway.

2. As a kid I had two tubs about this size:
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Absolutely filled with Legos (Don't give me the Lego/Legos shit. When I was a kid I called them Legos, I'm not stopping now). As I grew into my teen years, it was inconvenient to have two giant boxes of Legos lying around my room, so my mom put them in her closet in the back of the house. Years go by and she asks me if I know where my Legos are. I don't. They're not in the closet. Evidently someone moved them when they were painting the house.

We ended up finding one in our storage shed, but the other has yet to turn up. My mom thinks she may have given them to my equally absent minded grandmother to store in one of her 12 or so storage sheds (She has a hoarding problem), but neither can remember it happening, and it'd be pointless to start searching under the mountains of junk in her sheds. I'll probably never see them again.

3. Another case of my mom's forgetfulness screwing me over, this one more recent. I owned a suit. One suit. With the few formal events I attend, it's all I need. One day I have to go to a wedding. Where's my suit? I ask my mother.
"Suit? Suit? Oh! I took it to be cleaned. When was that?" After a pause, "Oh... A couple of months ago." We call the cleaner's and they don't know where the suit is. I had to borrow one from my dad which was tight in the shoulders and loose in the waist. So I'm currently without a suit.
 
My parents used to have a burning barrel, and during an moment of insanity where I thought I was getting too old for videogames(dumb I know), I asked them if I could use the barrel to burn all my old gaming mags. Mostly I had EGMs and Nintendo Powers from the 1988-1994ish. It hurts because I did it to myself :( Good thing I have those early issues committed to memory. That first buyers guide for EGM had the best rating system ever (Double Dragon for NES scored a "direct hit"!)
 
When we moved, my dad threw away my skateboard. I hadn't used it in years and it was only a few months after he threw it away that I decided to get back into it. No big loss, my next board got stolen, so that would have happened to it anyway. Plus, now I have a new one that's even better.
 
Oh! I went to the farewell concert for my favorite band and saved the ticket. My parents threw it away. I also found a ticket on the ground with Edgar Martinez on it, from his final season. That got thrown away too. Edgar Martinez is my favorite baseball player.
 
My parents are pretty good at asking me before they threw or sold anything of mine after I moved out, but the ONE thing my mom didn't ask me about were my LEGOS. Every single one of them sold at a garage sale for probably next to nothing. I don't know why, out of all the things I had, she choose to just up and sell those. My only guess was that they were stored under my old bed (it had 4 slide out drawers under it as part of the bed) and when my mom decided to sell my old furniture and turn the room into a guest room, they were still sitting in there and she didn't remember or bother to call and ask me about them.
 
My parents sent my Sega Dreamcast (along with all the games for it) to my cousins in the middle east without asking me. Of course they promptly fried the console and threw away the games soon after.

Shit was heartbreaking.
 
Not that particular guy, but yes she knows it was thousands of dollars worth.

True story. I had not thought about my transformers in years and years until one day when I was at a comic convention about 10 years ago. I saw lots of old Transformers in various booths for sale. The first one I saw, and the ignition source for my rage, was a yellowed out, beat up, parts missing, stickers peeling, shit version of Jetfire and they wanted 200$ for it. All I could think of was my once mint condition version with everything included, shiney and new. I think I even imagined a lens flare in my mind's eye. When I got home, I looked up all the prices online out of morbid curiousity. I made a price list, called my mother, and calmly explained what she had done.

How did she take it? I stopped speaking to mine for a month and she thinks I am in the wrong.
 
My mum won a BMW Mini in a tin of dog food (the prize was printed on the underside of the lid).

She threw the can away thinking it was a scam or something. It wasn't. She spent the next day searching through bin bags at the local dump without any luck.

Your mom thought that a scammer printed something on the underside of a dogfood can lid in the factory, and made up a fake giveaway that was presumably printed on the can labels and or in advertisements?
 
Long story short: My dad made me shoot 200 plus beers I stole with a buddy from a grocery store with a shotgun after my sister rated me out. It was fun, but it would have been more fun to drink around the age of 16.
 
My mom tossed out my copy of Pokemon Gold. I literally just saved my game with my character in front of Red and was about to fight him. I went to school and when I got back my copy of the game was gone and my mom told me she tossed it out with the rest of the stuff on the table.

To this day I never got the chance to fight Red. A true tragedy. :'(
 
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