I had my whole visor full of CDs stolen out of my car, along with $5.
Those CDs were priceless: my boyfriend at the time (now husband), had mixed and made them for me, and each song was specially picked for a specific reason. It took him something like two weeks to mix and burn the 6 of them. I took them with me everywhere I went including the trip to Europe that we were apart for a while. Sappy I know.
The point is, I bet that evil neighbor kid who probably took them, saw shiny CDs and thought they'd be worth something, and they turned out to be a bunch of pointless (but priceless) homemade ones. It hurts to think about.
I saved one, the one that was in my CD player at the time that they didn't think to look.