I cleaned out my art supply closet this weekend. Made a big mess, but boy was it fun! One of my sketchbooks was full, old, and falling apart. I flipped through it casually, and decided to pitch it. Later, something kept nagging me to check it again. I found this little sketch of my nephew, Robert Gardner, from ten years ago after a day of swimming. So glad I found it. Sketchbook back on the shelf.
Moral of the story? NEVER throw out old sketchbooks. : )