No matter how careful you are, you're going to lose things. But don't worry, we are giving a magic box with everything you lost for the #TQOTD. What are you searching for first?

TEXT QUESTION OF THE DAY:
If someone gave you a box containing everything you’ve lost in your life, what would be the first thing you’d search for?

  • A box with what I’ve lost? Aside from loved ones, it would be a ring, it was an antique looking band with a very small diamond my mom bought me just before I left for college. We were quite poor, so it really was special. It disappeared off my finger while packing for freshman year at WMU. I still think about it 32 years later. --
  • My engagement ring ‍♀️losing it was biggest mistake of my life and i would give anything to have it back.
  • Having been in foster care early on...I lost a lot and don't quite know what I would want back, but am sure this is why I am a bit of a collector in my 40s.
  • A hand written letter from André the Giant. My uncle flew on a plane with him a couple times. I was the biggest wrestling fan growing up and i don't know whatever happened to it.
  • First thing that came to mind is my class ring. I lost it my freshman year in high school. I threw it in my cheer bag at a competition and haven’t seen it since.
  • My boyfriend...TBI from a car accident & died 12 yrs later.
  • My three legged stool , plaster cocker spaniel statue, my girl scout books that were all in the same box. Had kinda moved back home and i think my stepdad through the box out to the trash. They are the only 3 items that i can remember that was in it
  • My bag of Halloween candy from when I was 5. I’m pretty sure my brother stole it, but I still checked my hiding spot several times throughout my childhood, just in case.
  • My diamond earring. It fell out when I hit my ear with the diaper bag in my parents yard last week. My husband, then boyfriend, bought them for me in 2009 for a graduation present. Wish I could have found it! I searched for days
  • My sanity!!!! (Pretty sure I lost it somewhere between child 1 and child 2. Was totally gone by child 3!)
  • All the earrings I have lost because of COVID and wearing a mask. Wtf why do I bother. Grumpy Teacher
  • Easy Peezy.......my parents. Then “ my mind” dam that would b awsome too
  • Sounds dumb, but my stuffed snoopy dog with a squeeky nose I had from toddler to teen. My dad gave it to the dog to chew up without me knowing it.... Like I said, it sounds dumb....
  • Jewelry both lost and stolen.
  • The charm bracelet my Grandma gave me that was stolen by a 'friend'.
  • my childhood innocence. lost it when my parents got divorced when I was 8 yrs old. Had to grow up fast.
  • My signed baseball with almost the entire 2005 St.Louis cardinals team signatures. I was missing one player
  • Wrestling action figures
  • My mother, she was my best friend, my confidant, she always gave me the advice I needed, not what I wanted. It's been 2 years since I lost her and I just am not the same person.
  • My Husband !!! nothing else matters !!
  • My engagement ring! It was an antique from my husbands grandmas aunt.
  • My family heirloom star Sapphire ring. It seemed to have gotten legs
  • Hopefully it's a big box, I'd look for my Nona.
  • Favorite Childhood books
  • My metabolism from my 20s
  • My baby bouncers. I know the last time I had them.
  • Gordie Howe autograft
  • My sanity
  • My father who I lost when I was 2 and god father who past in 2014. I want more time with them.
  • My sister/bff. But technically she's not lost. She's now my guardian angel
  • My sense of humor.
  • My teeth
  • Pictures of family that have passed
  • My dad
  • My mom
  • My national parks stamp book. Left it at some hotel somewhere between Arizona and Michigan this year.
  • My basketball card collection my damn husband left at our old house. Still mad!
  • My pooch Kedzie, I love him so so much and he was so bonded to me. When the worst of the worst was going on with my mental health he was the one thing that kept me from acting on the suicidal thoughts
  • Aunts ring she gave me couple years before she took her own life..
  • My 3 year old son. (He would be 6 now) Love and hugs to you, Connie.
  • My pound kitties from when I moved after my parents divorced. I was so angry about looking them for years!
  • My favorite teddy bear that went missing when I was 6
  • My stuffed Alf.
  • My Tiffany & Co bracelet
  • My diamond earring.
  • My cd collection I left on the beach in Gulf shores 2002
  • My dad
  • I would look for a watch that my mother gave me years ago.
  • TQOTD:Magic the Gathering cards from the early 90s that I moved with me 13 times before I got a wild hair and did a massive closet purge. I think i may have chucked them in a load to Goodwill or even *shudder* threw them out. I know now that they were worth money and it kills me to know I threw away money. :(
  • I had a box of stuff I lost I would look for a sweatshirt I won in a coloring contest for a dentist office as a 2nd grader. I would put it on my kids. I don't have any of my old clothes to hand-me-down to my kids
  • A forever rose my late husband gave me, sadly the glass case broke when moving then I had just the rose for years til it disintegrated
  • My box would be filled with just memories of my grandmother. She was a loving and caring one and I don’t have many of her because she passed when I was a preteen. So I wish I could remember those memories!
  • TQOTD- I would look for the pearl ring I got when my grandma passed. I misplaced it in 2016... Id do anything to get that back
  • The day of my mom's funeral, I was 20 years old and I was getting ready at my grandmothers house and after I took a shower somebody stole the ring my mom got me my class ring and my watch that I got when I was in Jamaica. That would be the first thing I would look for
  • The heads from all of my barbie dolls. Story time: I had roughly 20 Barbies as a kid. I loved them. One day, my parents had some friends drop by and they brought their son, David. He asked to play with my Barbies and I agreed. He played quietly, nobody really worried about what he was up to. As they left, he says to my parents "I'm a good boy." The next time I went to my room, I discovered the massacre. My parents called their friends and no missing doll heads in their home. Years later, they are still missing. I still wonder what happened to that kid. It's a funny story we tell during holidays.