A recent archaeological dig in my parents' basement uncovered a long lost toy from the 80's. I played with Armatron for years, even using it in my sixth grade speech on robots. Sadly, it had bitten the dust and it no longer worked. It would have required, at least, a new electric motor and the schematics to reassemble it. After all these years, I couldn't resist taking it apart to see if I could repair it and it immediately fell apart, gears and parts everywhere, to the delight of my daughters.
I don't think I could have parted with it in any other season but Lent. I am constantly amazed at how attached I am to worldly goods, even non-functional worldly goods.