I don't have him anymore because my parents gave away literally every single toy my brother and I owned when I was 12 on the grounds that we didn't play with them much now we had computers and RPGs, so I don't have any of them as an adult. That definitely didn't scar me for life or put me on a particular path or anything like that at all.
Because we were an army family, we had weight allowance for each move. For the most part, my toys and (miraculously) my rock collection were largely untouched. My comics, OTOH, were donated to the army hospital children’s ward each time we moved. (Comics are HEAVY in large quantities.)
…until an uncle gave me some of his from the 1960s, and revealed how much they were worth. Let me tell you, we were ALL surprised, and I had some definite shocks as to what prices were being asked for comics I knew I had. And after that, the collection never got culled again.
(However, I’m now in the process of donating the collection $4k worth at a time.)
But even my toys occasionally got culled. I accidentally left a big chunk of my toy cars (Matchbox, Hot Wheels, Corgi, etc.) at my maternal grandma’s house one summer. She, thinking I didn’t want them anymore, gave them to kids in her neighborhood. I lost all kinds of rarities, too, including car prototypes bought at builders’ museums (BMW, Mercedes Benz, Porsche) and other products that were prototypes only sold in test markets.
And
MY dumb butt gave away my Shogun Warriors (with the dangerous missile launchers), Lincoln Logs, and- worst of all- Legos and Micronauts. (I take solace that they were given to good friends, at least.)