As silly as this one is, my copy of Final Fantasy VIII. It holds a lot of sentimental value just in the memories of watching my brother play it. It was how we seemed to bond for a little bit. Memories surrounding that game are some of the things that helped shape who I am today. Sort of tied with that would be my copy of the VIII soundtrack signed by Nobuo.

My books. I am way too attached to all of my books.

My VHS tapes of Flight of Dragons and Balto. They were my childhood.

My stuffed raccoon. I think it actually looks pretty silly, but it was given to me as a kid by my Uncle Buck just before he passed away because I was obsessed with it when I would visit him in the nursing home.