I would get a $5 - $20 dollar set every x-mas and birthday from my uncle, along with the ocasional small or larger set for a special occasion. I had also got a few from my parents over the years. My sister had 2 sets of legos and 3 of those pastel TYCO imitation block barrels.
When I was about 14, my father said I had to sell off most of my toys at a garage sale. He said I should keep a few things I would want for my future kids. I kept the Legos and lost the argument about my Transformers. He said I would never remember how they worked, so I ended up with the GI Joe stuff. In hindsight, he regrets that.
At 20 I moved out and left the legos packed in the attic. In a bin with no boxes but all of the instructions. I started buying lego again at around age 24 and knew that I would reunite with those old sets when I had a place for them.
Fast forward a bit, at age 28 I came looking for those sets, finding only a handful in a small box next to 3 full pastel TYCO barrels. I asked my mother where she may have moved the rest to. It turns out my sister, a preschool/kindergarten teacher had pillaged the box for her classroom. Needless to say, I lost it. We argued like we were kids again. I couldn't believe the audacity, and worse, she tried to claim all of the legos were "ours".
About a week later she shows up with a dismal looking bin of filthy, disorganized, broken bricks. At the bottom was a folder with a bunch of torn and ruined instruction manuals, less than half of the originals. I have spent the last 3 years slowly gathering and piecing back together all of those old sets. Of all the things my sister has done in her life, this may be the one I never forgive her for.