Ghosts in the closet

A while back, Danyelle wrote a lovely post about how we often subconsciously attach our memories and feelings to random items of clothing we were wearing at the time. The story reminded me of all the old rags stuffed in the back of my own closet that stink of memories I can't possibly bear to part with--in particular, a brown hooded sweatshirt that I wore over my school uniform almost religiously back in junior high. Those were the days when we bought candy and cigarettes afterschool and lay around by the river until late at night, listening to bad music and talking into the sky. Heh, to be fifteen.

Do you have any ghosts in your closet?