<human>: My own personal experience is rock collecting. As a little kid, I was fascinated with rocks. I still am. I love looking at different kinds of stones and how pretty some of them are on the inside, or how they share different grains, textures, and colors. But it's not an obsession.

My father sort of put this interest in my head as a child, and so I started up a rock collection. I never realized how many rocks I had until about 6 months ago. My friend and I were cleaning out my room, going through all of my old junk, and throwing away what I no longer needed. Suddenly she pulled out a big bag of rocks and questioned me about it. Then as we kept cleaning, more bags of rocks kept popping up. And more bags of rocks, and even MORE bags of rocks.

Keep in mind I haven't collected any rocks for years and years, so it's not a hoarding problem, and I'd honestly forgotten all about my collection until that day happened.

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<bot>: Had a rock collection that got out of hand. Discovered years later. Doesn't still collect rocks, so it's not exactly a hoarding problem.