My family

Living at home has reminded me of some the more interesting quirks of my family. For instance, our various collections over the years.
My older sister had the most normal collection. She collected stamps. Not sure if she has her stamp collection, but she mostly got interested in stamp collecting from all the various foreign stamps we would receive when our grandparents would travel and mail us letters.
My little sister has probably the most unique collection. She collects plastic spoons. As she pointed out tonight while eating her ice cream, you never notice how many types of plastic spoons there are until you collect them. There are quite a variety of spoons. There are the short taste testing kind you get at the ice cream store, the wide spoons that come with your fast food soup/chili, the ones with long handles for drinks in big cups...
I had the weirdest collection. For a span of about 3 years as a kid, I collected travel brochures and paint samples. My mother must have hated me. I imagine that this collection doomed me to be labeled as a hoarder forever. I would go to Lowe's or Home Depot and discretely take as many paint samples as possible. I say discretely because I once was told off by an employee for taking too many. Hah. Then, when I got home, I would do the worst thing I could do to a stack of hundreds of paint samples. I would cut them up into each individual shade, creating a pile of squares of paint colors. At least this collection was arguably artistic in value; my collection of travel brochures was pointless. Every rest stop or tourist stop on any of our countless trips would secure me at least an extra one or two brochures. These travel brochures were then dutifully filed away in alphabetical folders by name of the attraction. At one point, I know I had over 400 unique travel brochures. I have no idea what I meant to do with them. I was a rather odd child.