In this case, however, the violator of our "NMS" policy was actually Ben's mom, who recently moved overseas and as a result, left us with boxes and boxes of Ben's childhood belongings which have sat untouched in our garage for way too long. In attempt to do something useful this past weekend we cracked open one of those boxes and had a ridiculous amount of fun looking at artifacts from Ben's childhood.
A crap load of childhood trophies (oh my God, look at what a disaster area our garage is!)
His high school letterman's sweater (that's right, a sweater...because apparently it's 1954).
Some creepy doll that apparently meant something to him at sometime.
And my favorite item? A journal from his high school trip to Nicaragua in which he wrote all about a girl that he liked (there are no pictures of said journal because I'm pretty sure that he snatched it out of my hand and hid it somewhere).
I don't think I've ever had so much fun looking through dusty piles of crap.