Not That It Matters

Rick wasn't much of a collector. He never collected figurines or stamps or... anything, really.
But for some reason, for every changing moment in his life, he had kept something from it.

His mother's broken ring, from when she threw it on the floor when she left him.

His first-ever, hardly-functioning gun, from when he shot his father.

A lens from Blanche's glasses, from when he first met her.

Beth's hospital wristband, from when she was born.

One of Morty's baby socks, from his first adventure with his grandson.

There were so much more that he had kept, but he never knew why. But he never questioned it, either.

Rick's Origin Story