Then: Your favorite shirt from High School. You wore it for all your luckiest teen moments- winning the big game, your first kiss with Stacy, the time your parents didn't notice you had a huge party while they were away. It had a special ability to not get mustard stains stuck on it.
Now: After being sent to the wrong house by the dry cleaners, your red shirt joined the cycle of an obese 11 year old. It had seen such low moments as: a disappointing parent-teacher meeting, being used to stop nose bleeds, and the christmas day when grandma realized she needs to start using adult diapers. The mustard ability is being tested on a daily basis.
Then: used to change the channels on your big screen TV. All buttons were working, and the batteries replaced only once.
Now: Under the sofa cushion. You hadn't used it since making a Netflix account. It is now stuck in the space between the seats, next to some chocolate crumbs and a couple of nickels. The batteries have started to rot into a white crust.
Then: Countless hours of fun were spent with your precious Gameboy. It filled your life with such games as Zelda, Street Fighter 2 and Double Dragon. Whether in your room, in class or on the toilet- your Gameboy was always there for you.
Now: Replaced by various gadgets, most recently an iPhone 5, your Gameboy has been thrown away many years ago. Its parts have been roaming the earth trying to find each other once again, to rebuild themselves into an epic comeback. Some parts got a second life maintaining a Japanese sex doll. Some are simply trash. One is rumored to be inside an upcoming Iranian nuclear bomb.
Then: Did the job of getting you your first handy. The mix tape you made for Stacy had all the greatest hits: Two Princes, Mr. Wendal and even Whoomp! There It Is. Even after your breakup, when you broke into her room and stole it back along with some of her pillow cases, it continued to serve you many enjoyable afternoons.
Now: Discovered by you while moving out of your parents' house, it was quickly thrown away and retrieved by a local flee market salesman. It is still up for sale, if you're interested. It's filed in the "Random Crap" pile and costs 89 cents.
Then: you got it from your mom, AKA the tooth fairy, after losing your very first tooth. You spent weeks thinking about what to use it for, until eventually stumbling upon a toy commercial for a rare white Power Ranger action figure. You marched to 'Toys R Us' and requested your dream toy. Then they told you it costs more than a dollar, so you bought a yo-yo.
Now: Your dollar had changed countless hands since that day. It was first given to a nervous father as change when he bought his little girl a Barbie doll to celebrate her first period. He used it to buy cigarettes and it kept traveling the country, getting dirty and wrinkled until it was finally used by republican presidential candidate Mitt Romney. He gave it to a bum in an effort to look charitable. Sadly, the moment was never caught on tape.
Then: Your most private and sacred possession. It was your confidant and your friend. You wrote everything in your diary- All your deepest embarrassing secrets and all your wishes. It had a coded lock, and was hidden well,under your bed.
Now: Your diary was found by the family who moved in your childhood home. They thought it was very amusing, and it inspired them to create the successful Twitter account "Sissy '80s kid" which has more than 2 million followers world wide. It publishes daily excerpts from your diary, and has recently been sold as a multi-camera sitcom for CBS.