The scary part with my place is that as long as no one moves anything on me, I can usually lay my hand on something I haven't touched in 15 -20 years. Mind you I can't normally recall anyones birthday, a whole lot of peoples last name or if I had breakfast yesterday, but I can find the 1940's valve lapper I picked up from an old Chevy dealer in 1983 and haven't touched since we got here in '95 in 10 seconds flat. And in my defense, an awful lot of that stuff is either something belonging to my wife or kids or stuff my FIL had that he thought I needed. It all winds up in the garage it seems.
I won't even begin to let you in on what resides in the mow of my barn besides hay!