It's all too true, a tool was mentioned in conversation and I unconsciously answered, "I used to have a belt sander." My mind continued with a mental inventory, and a table saw, a drill press, a circular saw, a jig saw, post-hole diggers, two nice metal shop cabinets, a twelve-foot work bench with a vise on the end, a welder, a 65 Mustang Coupe, three guitars and on and on, until I was almost sickened by it. I was never wealthy, at least, I never thought of myself as wealthy. I had accumulated rooms full of possessions, a push mower, a riding mower, a weed eater and a chain saw.
Most of these things, strangely enough, I used very little. I had spaces for all my toys and kept them all neat. I filled up a big house with a big yard, which I also used very little, not that I didn't have plans. Oh, I had big plans, yes sir buddy! Big plans, once I paid down my credit card debt and my business took off, I was going to have a swimming pool put in. You see, I really love to swim; why in any given year, I might go swimming two or three times. But if I had my own swimming pool in the back yard, I'd probably swim twice as much.