Should definitely spark more urges to play.
My painting speaks volumes for the wisdom of boxes in the attic however.
That plus, as Sane Max says, you’ll miss those joyous moments of ‘what on earth are those?!’ and memories of a trip to Northern Militaire in Swinton c1980 clogging the neural pathways for a bit. (Not suggesting you were at Swinton in 80 – substitute own mental images of buying long discontinued oddly shaped pieces of metal).