My most prized possession as a kid was a Polaroid of me with Steve Wooddin.
He was my (then) sporting idol as a kid, an awkward New Zealand soccer player who was an integral member of the squad during our miraculous, fairy tale first ever qualification for the World Cup (Spain 1982).
He made a special visit to our local soccer club and I got best player award for that year so I got a photo with him. I loved that photo more than anything I've ever owned, but one day it simply went missing. I scoured the house for it for months, looking everywhere without luck.
Eventually we moved house, and I even had my parents pass on our new address to the new owners in case they found it, but I never saw it again.
Then one day about 30 years later at a family dinner I was talking to my brother and somehow the topic of that photo came up and how much I loved it.
He just said "Oh yeah haha I ripped that up because I was jealous of it". He thought I would find it funny.
I did not find it funny.