My earliest memories of hoarding junk were the semi-annual auctions my brother, Joseph, held in the basement. He would take his junk drawer and start the auction. All of the younger packrats would bid. "who wants this bouncy ball?" We'd all try to get as many things as we could and we'd take our loot back to our room and store it in our own junk drawers.
I've become quite self-actualized and can take responsibility for my own choices, but I will say that my parents probably enabled me to continue packratting because I had way more drawers than I needed in my room. So, while I'm confessing, I want you all to know that yes, I did in fact, have 17 junk drawers in my early youth.
Well, the truth is, I don't really want to be a packrat anymore. In fact, these days I may even have less junk than some of you. It's been really difficult, but each time I've moved (6 times since I've been married), I try to go through things. I can find an emotional attachment to just about anything. It hasn't been until the last year that I could in good conscience, throw away a gum wrapper (I collected gum wrappers for years in hopes of becoming famous). Anyway, the best thing my parents did for me (related to my packrat addiction) was making me take all of my stuff with me when I got married.
Sorry this is so long, I mostly just wanted to brag that I'm becoming more organized, consolidating boxes of stuff, and throwing away a lot of junk. Oh, and now I only have 2 junk drawers (maybe soon to be junk boxes :O). I'd love to hear your best organizing tips or your packrat tendencies.