Ironically, I don't have anything in my memory box from my time at BYU-Idaho, which is probably my favorite of the schools I've attended. (Not to mention, the place where I earned my B.A. in English.) I suppose I was too sick while I was there to really gather any memories. Plus, I still wear my BYU-Idaho jacket, so there's no logo to cut out yet either.
So all in all, my memory box--and my hope chest--contain pieces of my life history that paint a fairly accurate picture of my life (especially once you read all those diaries, LOL). These objects might not be all that valuable, but they mean something to me, and I'm glad that I still have them.