wyatt
I used to collect stamps. In a large, leather-bound book that was falling apart. In the third grade, I used to stuff that book into my back-pack and haul it around, its corners became frayed and its binding began to fall apart. My grandfather saw me with my stamp-book and nonchalantly remarked that that was his father's collection, that he had done the same thing to it when he was my age. In the 1950's. The book was almost one hundred years old-an antique and I didn't realize its monetary value until he told me that, until then it had just been something that I enjoyed to look at. Perhaps that is one pit-fall to avoid growing up. I managed to avoid becoming disillusioned with the book's sentimental, personal value after hearing of its monetary value.