Any weird obsessions for objects during childhood?

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I had so many lol
The weirdest one though was a milk container I kept buttons in at my great aunt and uncle’s house. I was around 5 when I visited them and my great aunt was really into crafts and there weren’t many toys to play with. She gave me buttons she didn’t need to play with. I just remember being so mesmerized by these things. I rearrange them and gave them all personality’s based on how they looked. I wanted to keep the buttons at her house so I had something to look forward to for next visits. For whatever reason I put them in this bright yellow milk container and I refused to let anyone move them. According to my cousin, even as I grew up my aunt and uncle kept to the buttons there saying that they were mine and that it was some kind of memory for them lol

I found an elastic strap attached to a sleeping bag as a kid. Something about the way it felt then I rubbed it against my fingers felt soothing. I cut it off the sleeping bag and carried it around with me to "pet" during the day. I also was oddly attached to my pillow because of how it smelled.

Objects? Only thing I can actually think of is boxes of any kind.

Had collections of few things in between, but not even close to an obsession.



The rest of my obsessions are... Less tangible.

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I also used to collect shells everytime I could make it to the beach. But this is normal in comparison to all the rocks I'd collect that were flat from the creek behind our place

Carriet bags. Plastic carrier bags. I hd quite a collectiou under my bed but they were confiscated due to lack of space and them being a rather wierd obsession.

Maps. I spent countless hours analysing details of maps.

Okay maybe this one isn’t weird... The weirder obsession was buttons. Like, buttons from clothes. There was a box full with different buttons at home, and when I wasn’t staring at a map, I had my hands buried in that box of buttons, rummaging for a new type of button, one that I haven’t seen before.

I had quite a few obsessions, myself.

In my back yard, I remembered that I would spend tons of time either digging up worms in a little garden box my family kept empty, maybe because I enjoyed it so much. I would just take out the worms I could find, look at them for a minute, looking at their size and how they moved before placing them back down and either digging for more or watching them dig back into the soil.

Similarly, there was this area next to the garage covered in bricks where I would go and watch the insects that crawled across it, mostly ants.

There was also a rosebush in the front yard that I spent a lot of time looking at. Trying to find places I could touch it without pricking my fingers. Counting how many were blooming. Figuring out which ones were about to bloom. Sometimes feeling how soft the petals were, comparing a still healthy one to one that was old and brown.

From about the ages 3-6 I loved sprinklers, especially ones with moving parts, or that had some special mechanism of swirling the water, etc. I remember, a couple times I even managed to get a sprinkler for my birthday.
But I forgot all about sprinklers once Mister Rogers taught me to to fold paper into a box. Then I was all about how flat paper could be used to create 3-dimensional shapes.

I cannot recall anything super specific, but Idk I know I was just generally interested in things. To be honest I suppose I was more obsessed with animals and wildlife particularly cats. So I'd always try to tell people animal facts.