I collect everything. I don't have the room to be a Horder, but my compulsion to collect us strong, with the exception of money. I should be collecting money, but that has been too hard for myself.
I started off collecting snails. I would put them on my Tonka Truck, and they were workers. The guys on the roof were the bosses. The others placed all around the truck bed had their own function. As a kid, I was lonely and the garden snails were my friends. (My mom made me put them back after playing.)
I then went into marbles. Kindergarten through 1st grade I was crazy about marbles. I loved them all. The ceramic ones were my favorite because I imagined they were rare, or had a long history behind them. I imagined they were made in a magical exotic country.
I then grew up, and life got in the way. My collecting days were put on hold.
In my twenties, it was first edition books, and any old advertisements, or advertising.
I then got into collecting watches. I never went crazy, but I knew I needed to stop.
I stopped by learning Watchmaking. Even then--I went from collecting watches to collecting tooling.
I'm now so depressed I don't collect anything due to a lot of reasons.
I guess it was about the hunt? Then again, I still look at some of my old books and can't imagine someone mot seeing the value. Someone tossed a 1st edition of The Deep. It was not price clipped, and in mylar wrap. I am still astonished the original owner didn't see the value.
I don't have a point. I just know I'm a Collector at heart. Maybe if I had a more full life, my addiction might be different. It was never a addiction. It was just a passion.
I'm the guy at the beach looking for shiny rocks, even when I was physically passable, and should have been paying more attention to my girlfriend.
I still remember Ingrid saying I came to the beach to be with you, and not collecting small pieces of agate.