Bring in a roll-off

I can't just throw things away. With every toy, dented, missing parts, faded color or batteries missing there's a memory. One hundred and eighty days- no, 180 ties. Ties chosen by students to wear for the day. A battle to be the one to choose. The glamorous. The ridiculous. The countdown to Christmas break. Each had a special meaning. Not just another day of teaching. "Can I borrow a tie?"

Then there's the Chucks. 

Signed by the students. The actors. The Russian campers. Some gone on to greatest, some in jail, some dead. How can I discard them? Do I risk forgetting the moment we had?

And there's the little things. Hand made buttons. Class pictures. Drawings that were given to me. I was special to someone.

and now, my signature has been a tattoo. No. I can't just bring in a roll-off.