A couple of weeks ago, I dropped my 1TB external drive onto my hardwood floor and lost all of my digital images and negative scans, spanning 12 years of shooting. Not too worried because I still have my negatives and CDs and DVDs of those scans. The digital images are lost and it kills me to lose a lot of great shots and happy snaps of some cherished times. But honestly, I always felt that what I was shooting on film was more important.
I had some scans from the San Gennaro Festival last year of the cannoli eating contest and other street shots but I knew I was missing another roll somewhere. Then the week after losing my hard drive, I found a few rolls of Tri-X in my fridge in the butter compartment. Moron.
I should hide film from myself more often. Makes for a nice treat during spring cleaning.