Why throw out something that you might want later when you have seemingly unlimited storage?

That apparently was my attitude for the past 22 years, or so I have discovered. My family is downsizing in preparation of moving across town in Altoona, so I’ve been forced to face my past, at least remnants of my past, and my family’s.

A nice-sized two-story home with lots of storage and a three-car garage with a loft for more storage is awesome when you’ve living there. But when you have to clear out more than two decades of living, it can be a tad overwhelming.

I’ve learned I’m a collector of oddities. I’ve gathered all shapes and sizes of household and garage brooms, and I don’t like to sweep that much.

I have more green and white five-gallon buckets than any city dweller should own. We used the buckets to pick tomatoes and simply put them in a corner of the garage because — you guessed it — we had the space.

I’ve found bags and boxes of clothes hangers and way too many glass canning jars. My wife and I went to thrift sales and auctions where the jars were inexpensive. We put them in the corner of the garage — where they stayed.

Note to hoarders: Mice like to climb into those jars but can’t always get out.

Do you want to talk about Barbies? My daughter’s nearly 30 but we’ve still got boxes of Barbies and accessories, houses, cars and campers.

Remember Beanie Babies and when they actually had some value? They’re all stuffed in denim carry bags waiting for the market to trend upward again.

I found homes for our less-than-prized possessions. Weekly trips to non-profits, recycling companies and the garbage bin have reduced our treasures to a manageable amount.

And it wasn’t all bad taking a trip down memory lane. I suggest not opening a big plastic bin full of old photographs unless you want cleaning progress to grind to a halt.

But you do get to see pictures of your wedding, your kids’ younger years and the days when you had hair. Boy, that was a long time ago.