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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;moreotherstuff, post: 5733909, member: 56&quot;]Always for me.&nbsp; When I started going to school I&#039;d be bringing home junk I found on the street.&nbsp; Empty liquor bottles.&nbsp; Car scrap.&nbsp; Bugs - living or dead. It all looked so cool to me.&nbsp; We lived very close to a junkyard, which was forbidden territory, but I couldn&#039;t resist - there were stray ball bearings! So round! So shiny! When I was a little kid , I was given the choice of a tricycle or a wagon.&nbsp; I took the wagon.&nbsp; I needed it to carry stuff. Visiting at my grandparents, I&#039;d stay in the room that was my father&#039;s as a child.&nbsp; The whole decor was from the &#039;20s and &#039;30s, and there was a closet full of my father&#039;s childhood stuff - toys, books, even a stamp collection going back to the 1860s (which I still have).&nbsp; I still occasionally look for the framed motto that hung on the wall.&nbsp; I know the verse. From when I was five or six years old, I remember an iridescent amethyst glass Jack-in-the Pulpit vase and still wonder what happened to it.&nbsp; There wasn&#039;t a situation you could put me in, indoors or out, where there wasn&#039;t something irresistible to put in my pocket.[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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