I used to think I was an old soul, but I've come to realize that I have a very "modern" approach to things. My approach — I don't tend to keep things unless they are very precious to me. I don't like knick-knacks, and I don't collect anything. As such, I have an ever present and revolving Goodwill pile in my garage. If I don't use it or love it, it goes out. Simple as that.
Therefore, my assumption was that I didn't have anything old. I'm not the kind to hold onto things or save them.
On closer inspection, however, I realized that some of my most treasured things are the oldest. I have a brass vase, made in India I'm sure, that my mom gave me. She said my grandma gave it to her when she was going into the hospital for a hysterectomy in 1967. It's simple, sweet, and a reminder of a mother's love.
I have family pictures — my parents as children — that I cherish. I think I love my mom's graduation picture the most — she was so very pretty. I think the part I'm most thankful for is that the pictures exist at all after all these years.
I have letters that Taed sent to me when I still lived in Iowa, and he lived in California. Most are simply slice of life letters, but they are intimate in their familiarity. I still have the tapes he sent, telling me in song what he might not mean to write. They are all kept, not because I review them often, but as reminders of our start.
Generally old means antique, and antique can mean having monetary value. What my old items lack in "value" they make up in intimacy and intrinsic importance.