I honestly don’t regret losing any of it.
My first two computers, KIM-1, and an Atari 800, were loaned to friends long ago, never to be seen again. They may or may not still have them.
My first Macintosh (128K, basement upgraded to 512K, ROM upgraded to 800K drives) was sold, and the money converted in to a motorcycle. Best trade I ever made.
My first PC donated to a friend for a business venture, didn’t quite work out. My NeXTStation recently given to a friend, along with a PB520, who has the vintage bug. He’s getting much more satisfaction from it than I was having it stored in an attic.
Other random PC, old Macs I inherited, and a Sun stuff was e-cycled.
For me, hanging on to this stuff has substantial cost. Space, cognitive load worrying about it, moving it. It’s “cheaper” just being inside my head, talking about it on forums like this.
Computers are tools, at least to me. I distinctly remember marveling about when I bought the Sun workstation. It’s wasn’t utterly obsolete then, just a generation old or so. Hunted it down on eBay, shipping it out, setting it up, getting the graphic card to work. All that. Fired it up, and…$.
A shell prompt. “Welcome to Unix”. Looking just like every other unix. “now what”. Now what indeed. Unix was novel when I installed FreeBSD over a cable modem with a boot floppy. Nowadays? Not so much.
Tools without application sit in the drawer. As do these machines.
So, no, I don’t regret letting go any of this stuff. I have my own memories and experiences and share them with others (solicited or not ). That’s more powerful than watching some ancient slow (my word, are these things slow…good heavens.) boot to a prompt and just…blink. “Ready”.
Yea, you’re ready, but, I’m not.
(That said, I wrote some Z80 on CP/M (simulator) the past couple days, so I’m not totally irredeemable. No, I don’t know why either, but, there it is.)