For example, I was one of those really cool kids who collected stamps and coins. (Thanks for getting me started on that, Mom! You were right... everyone DID think it was awesome. I earned major popularity points.) In fact, not long ago I found my Trapper Keeper full of cancelled stamps. Nothing says, "Serious Stamp Collector" like a Trapper Keeper with a pastel rainbow and unicorn on the front.
I also had an unsharpened pencil collection numbering in the hundreds. And an eraser collection. And a keychain collection (only the square, plastic kind, thankyouverymuch). And a horse figurine collection. (Since every junior high girl went through a horse phase, I figured maybe it would redeem the cool factor of the aforementioned coin and stamp collection. It didn't.)
So when my girls decided they'd start collecting things, I didn't flinch. Sure, another name for "collection" is "clutter," but I figure that they'll forget about their collections soon enough and one day when I put all the rocks from their rock collection back into the backyard from where they came, they'll never notice. Right?
But I'm not a fan of Addie's most recent collection. After eating KFC one night (a major craving during this pregnancy), she held up the bones from her drumsticks and proudly proclaimed that she was going to start collecting BONES.
"No, no you're not," said her mother calmly without gagging.
But her daddy, who thinks it important not to squelch his kids' creativity, told her it was a GREAT idea.
"Maybe she'll go into forensics or something! A future CSI!" he said with way too much enthusiasm.
If she starts collecting human bones, stay tuned for a VERY interesting blog post.
What did you collect when you were a kid?
* The world's largest collection of belly button lint. Seriously.