Back in the day, during my childhood, I embraced what we affectionately referred to as the "garbage picker" title. It was a role I gladly took on, eagerly venturing out on junk days or trash days, scouring the neighborhood for hidden treasures. Of course, my mother had a few rules about my peculiar hobby. First and foremost, anything I brought home had to be thoroughly cleaned before it could enter our abode. Additionally, the majority of my finds were to be relegated to the basement, transforming it into a cavernous repository of old bicycles, toys, and various odds and ends that I managed to haul back.