When I was a teenager in the late 50's and 60's I had every single autograph of all the stars. Cliff Richard, Billy Fury, The Beatles, you name it, there wasn't one pop star/group that I didn't have the autographs for.
When we married in 1967, after our honeymoon, we went to visit my parents and I saw that my dad was having a bonfire in the garden. He was burning all my precious books and photosgraphs I had taken on my Brownie 127 camera. I asked him why and he said that he thought I wouldn't want them anymore. Even my autograph book that had pink, blue and purple pages were destroyed. What should have been a happy time was ruined as I looked after my possessions and never, ever once thought my dad would burn everything, it was as if he was saying, this is no longer your home. I fell out with my parents as my mum had let him burn my treasures but my dad died a few months later and the rest of our married lives was taken up caring for my mother.
I still cannot forget the day I walked into the garden of my parents home and saw the bonfire.