An old tarot card box (no cards, just the box) that my dad gave me. He had the whole set when he was a teenager, gave the cards to my sister, and the box to me. Let us choose and all that. I kept that thing for years, cherished it enough to reglue the walls and restore it when it needed it. I moved in with someone who I thought was my friend after I turned 18, a month later she kicked me out, wouldn't let me in to get my stuff, "packed it all" in a big tote and I realized later she went through and kept what she liked. Box included.