when I think of the firearms I do own, they remind me of a time when it was how I bonded with my father, it was my sense of belonging. Now I don't speak to him due to many complicated reasons, and they only serve as a reminder of that.
Last week I considered selling them all, to alleviate myself of that dreaded "nostalgic value" that has kept them kicking around in my life over the decades. Trading them all for just one home defense weapon blah blah blah.
This is my poorly thought out rant.