When I was little I loved rocks. I'd constantly be picking them up on walks or near the train tracks behind my house, and by the time I made it home my pockets were so heavy and bulging from these rocks and stones I collected.
I also collected the shit out of those Spice Girl stickers that came with their signature candy....I remember lining sheets of paper with them and my awkward 8 year old self being so proud, with a big wad of that Spice Girl gum hanging from my mouth.
When I was 10 Star Wars: Phantom Menace came out and Pepsi had endorsed the hell out of it . They had the character's faces on all of their cans of pop and for some reason my brother and I went crazy over it. We weren't really allowed to have pop, unless we begged our dad to buy it on the weekends he had us, so there was no way we could obtain this constant influx of these fucking stupid Star Wars Pepsi cans. We resorted to searching through recycling bins like the weirdo, Star Wars-obsessed kids we were. We collected these cans for about a month and ended up with 3 huge garbage bags filled with them. I remember my mom had her new boyfriend over at the time when my brother and I thought it'd be a great idea to show him our collection and dump the cans all over the kitchen floor (I think maybe we were subconsciously trying to scare him away....didn't work though, they're married now).
Nowadays, I still collect rocks/stones. I'm obsessed with their magical healing powers and resort to them when my anxiety or depression hits, when I'm mega hungover, or when I can't sleep. It's a healthy collection and obsession, unlike those stupid, gross cans.
Thanks @missy @rambo and @lyxzen for this rad @bloghomework topic!
