Man that brings back some memories of "treasure hunting" at my grandparents house when I was younger. There was really nothing of value, but it was a blast! I remember when I found some of my uncle's stuff. He was killed in a forklift accident when he was 19 so I never knew him. We looked all over the house, the attic, the barn, and my grandpa's shop thinking we were Indiana Jones. I found several of his saddles and chaps, his old bicycle from when he was a kid, and a Crown Royal bag full of quarters. A bunch of other stuff too that I can't remember. The coolest thing was his old pocketknife that he had in a crawl space in the attic. My grandma was so excited that we found it, and she even let us keep it! That was a great way to keep a bunch of little snot nosed bastards busy. It sure beat the Hell out of picking up pine cones and raking the yard, or playing video games like those little ****'s do today.