If you could find one thing you lost?

gravity9.81

I have lost a lot of things down through the years.
Passports,money,keys, but if you could magical find something years later what would it be and why.

Persephone kindness

I haven't lost anything important.

freshpopcorn

My innocence!

Lady is a tramp

My virginity!

scudzilla

My grandparents, just for 10 minutes

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freshpopcorn wrote: »

My innocence!

That is important all right. But I think you still have it Peter Pan

Deub

My childhood. Damn I miss the summer holidays !

Four Phucs Ache

I would love to find my nokia 3210 that I lost in 2001 on a great night out I had there in Tramcos.Got fookin hammered on vodka slushies or the likes and danced like a pro with me little box big box.Had a face fight with a gorgeous girl from knocklyon and then went over to porta via for a footlong taco dog.

Went to take out me 3210 and it was gone!

Hannibal_Smith

My dignity!!

Lol..joking

My USIT ID card with the old USI stamp on the back that you got into the old USI nite club in Temple Bar with.

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Lady is a tramp wrote: »

My virginity!

I can't get rid of it :mad: it keeps growing back!

Jesus Wept

scudzilla wrote: »

My grandparents, just for 10 minutes

small doses

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scudzilla wrote: »

My grandparents, just for 10 minutes

Yes. I think it would be too emotional though...

I would like my mom to see HER mom for 10 mins ..she died in the 70's when my mom was only 12..I remember my mom saying last year she would love to get to hug her mom one last time. I would like to give her that.

Hannibal_Smith

Four Phucs Ache wrote: »

I would love to find my nokia 3210 that I lost in 2001 on a great night out I had there in Tramcos.Got fookin hammered on vodka slushies or the likes and danced like a pro with me little box big box.Had a face fight with a gorgeous girl from knocklyon and then went over to porta via for a footlong taco dog.

Went to take out me 3210 and it was gone!

Hah! I lost a Nokia 8210 in Tramcos. Well less lost it, more it was robbed with me bag one night. I did love that phone!

Mrs cockett

My late mothers wedding ring. I was wearing it and it was a shade big for me. I was only around the house, when it disappeared never to be sen again

greencap

My time.


Woke up one day and was like ...wtf im actually this old.


Well no more of that I said. Better crack out the books or Ill never be an astronaut at this rate.


Then I watched a box set.


Then I woke up another day and was like ... ah here.

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Mrs cockett wrote: »

My late mothers wedding ring. I was wearing it and it was a shade big for me. I was only around the house, when it disappeared never to be sen again

Oh good lord you have just reminded me. When my mom was 17 she had two best friends. And one of them got three rings for each of them. It was a ring with a love knot it it. The idea is the knot grows tighter the further to two ends are apart. The further the people are the tighter the knot of love is.

Well that friend died soon after she gave it from a brain hemorrhage at 17. And I would play with the ring and mom gave it to me. My mom and me would have dreams about her. And the other friend became my god mother and a couple of years ago my mother and I were going to visit my godmother in Berrick upon Thyme in the UK where she lives now. And she asked us to bring the ring. So I thought i packed it. But when i got there ..i couldn't find it. So either i lost it at home or on the way but I HATED myself for losing that. I felt so bad for my mom and my godmother. How could I do that? I don't know how it happened. I must have gone over in my mind so much. But i couldn't recall other than i packed it.

My god mother later said maybe it was collette (the friend) saying good bye ...let it go ..let me go. She cut the string of the knot ...because she needed to on the other side ..to move on and let go. We didn't dream of her again. But it felt ok ...after a while

_Brian

My health.

The Backwards Man

A burgundy bomber jacket I lost in a gay nightclub in a wee town outside Maastricht in the mid 90s. Woke up the next morning wearing a burgundy bodywarmer and a half bottle of Malibu in the arse pocket of my trousers. That coat cost me 110 sterling at the time.

My luck has never been the same since

368100

My hairline

northgirl

My confidence

Wibbs

That loving feeling.

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northgirl wrote: »

My confidence

Awh I think it comes and goes for most people

Your Face

That feeling.

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Wibbs wrote: »

That loving feeling.

Well I wuv you...

Drumpot

My peace of mind and childish ignorance. Although they probably go hand in hand...

I would of put down , some time with my departed dad, but he's always on my mind so I guess I have plenty of time with him!

Surreptitious

My looks.

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Surreptitious wrote: »

My looks.

You know you never lose them ..they just change

Surreptitious

Persephone kindness wrote: »

You know you never lose them ..they just change

Oh be quiet That does not help.

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Surreptitious wrote: »

Oh be quiet That does not help.

ok :pac:

Irish Guitarist

I did a FAS course when I was 16 and made two things. One was a draught board. I still have that. The other was a glass flower vase. It wasn't perfect as I held the soldering iron against it for too long and cracked the glass. Imperfect as it was I was still proud of it because I had made it with my own hands. That was until I brought it home and my sister constantly whined about it. She was telling her boyfriend one day about how she had brought it to a shop to get artificial flowers put in it and how she and the shop assistant had a good laugh about how shit it was. My sister went on to say that she wanted to throw this piece of shit in the bin but that my mother wanted to keep it. She was telling her boyfriend all of this for my benefit to hurt me.

I don't know what ever happened to the vase but I suspect my cunt of a sister did throw it out. She's always hated me and liked destroying anything that means something to me.

Mint Sauce

A religious medal that my Mum gave me during my exams. It was her aunts that she gave my mum before she died, was pretty peed off when I told her I lost it mid way through the exams.

Keys can be recut, wallets replaced, sentimental things can't.

Apart from material things, my little brother. Would not be able to settle for 10 or 30 minutes though. Occasionally think what we might have gotten up to growing up, me looking out for him, our first pint, etc.

Noveight

The iPod Classic I lost about 5 years ago.

Moved in to college and within three weeks it had vanished. Still convinced one of the housemates nicked it :mad:

GritBiscuit

My general happy-go-lucky, always assume the best optimism...I'm such a damn cynic these days... *turns off the news*

Mint Sauce

Persephone kindness wrote: »

I can't get rid of it, it keeps growing back!

Keep finding mine again as well.

Persephone kindness

Mint Sauce wrote: »

Keep finding mine again as well.

You too! :eek:

monkeysnapper

The keys for my roof box.

I had two keys for it but knowing how bad I was losing keys I decided to get 2 more made , so I'd have 4 in total

1 and 2 in press in kitchen in a mug.
3 on set of keys
4 in car in glove box as the emergency key

I've lost the lot .........

I don't think there's any hope for me...


Edit..... Did wonder if it was in our filing Cabernet ..... I doubt it is but I can't check anyway as the wife lost that key....

I can't think of two people more perfect for each other....at least were sparing 2 other poor bastards