I've got some things from my childhood - you could call them treasures, but they only have value for me - that I have stashed away waiting for a day when I can take them out and share them with the world (or sell them on eBay.)

I've got my first doll. His name was Joey and he was a Fisher Price doll with a hard plastic head, soft body and plastic hands.

I've got a stuffed duck that I don't know where it came from, nor do I know it's original color because it's dingy and I can't wash it for fear of the felt beak and eyes falling off.

I've got my medal from winning third place in the "fat-man" relay - there were only two teams entered in the 4x400-meter relay at a meet my senior year and our coach gave four "throwers" the chance to win a medal.

I've got a set of Blazer glasses that McDonalds gave away back in the early 90s when the Portland Trail Blazers were competitive on a regular basis. Give me back Drexler, Porter, Duckworth and Ainge ... ahh, those were the good old days.

But despite the fact that I've got those things, I don't think I would ever pass them on. They mean too much to me and they wouldn't mean enough to anyone I could give them to - except my wife, who has told me on a number of occasions that she would be glad to throw away my dirty duck and my glasses that only hold dust but no water.

So I was pleasantly surprised on Saturday when I found out that one of the 25-year 4x100-meter relay record holders, Tim VanDehey, gave the baton that his squad used when they set the record to the team that broke the record.

That baton would only mean something to two groups of people - the old and the new record holders - and he passed it on.

I thought it was a great gesture on his part, a show of respect to a group of four young men who were dedicated (and fast) enough to deserve taking the role of record holders after 25 years.