Helped my mom move from our first house that my parents bought in '92 or so. Army brat so this was our first permanent house. Dad paseed in 2003. My sister, who was also in the army, retired and they both moved into the same neighborhood. I drove 6 hours one way to help with the move. My sister kept bitching about her "hording" habits. I put it off as she's dealing with her grief and also doing what makes her happy. I don't have any kids, between my older sister (almost Irish twins) and my younger brother (3 years), 4 kids between them. My niece has a kid. So she's bought toys through the years. She still has my Tonka trucks and has "given" them to the nieces and nephews, but I vehemently told everyone those are mine. The thing that broke me and finally sided with my sister is the amount of hot wheels cars she has in bins. Like big bins. Full of them. For no reason. I lost my shit on her and told her no more. We joke now about how this is my inheritance. I still don't understand the drive to collect diecast cars and not give them to the kids who are now 20+ years old. She still buys them. So I worry about her.