The thing that kills me about my mom getting rid of it all is that, even if it was busted, she always would send broken toys back to Kenner who were more than happy to replace them with new toys. Kenner was incredible in terms of customer service (until Hasbro bought them out, that is). So I don't understand why she wouldn't have just sifted through for broken stuff and sent it back.

I tease her by saying that the money I could've earned from selling those toys would have financed a very posh retirement community. Now she gets a cardboard box.