The things you find in that trunk of Doctor Who books you rescue from the mouldering family manse*
And I mean the Target novelizations from when I was 12-ish, not the New Adventures, which live on my living room shelf. Except I forgot that alongside the Target novelizations, a whole bunch of random crap from college, some Strawberry Shortcake miniatures, and Avon: A Terrible Novel, lay the half of my fanzine collection that I hadn't long ago packed up and brought back to my own house.
Baby's first slash zine
Purchased at Visions '91. (The con that preceded Chicago Tardis as the Chicago Thanksgiving Con.)
*That's a post for another time. When I can frame coherent sentences about the current condition of the house I grew up in. Which thankfully no one actually lives in now.