We lived in the same city as my sons' grandparents up until three years ago. Their grandma is the queen of garage sales. She loves to find things that are "bargains", " treasures", and generally any pitiful material item that looks lonely and in need of a home. Truthfully, I think she just enjoys the chit-chat that goes along with visiting the sellers and buyers strolling up and down the driveway. And why shouldn't she - she's retired! Since our youngest was 2 1/2 when we moved to a new city, only our other three have been educated by her in the art of garage sale-ing. They look forward to trips to grandma's, easily convincing her to stop at every thrift shop and garage sale in the city limits. They squeal with glee when they come home from a visiting Grandma and dump out bags of one eyed stuffed animals, Transformers and scuffed Super soakers. We recently discovered that we have a major generational-relational gap since our move. Our youngest, now 5 1/2 went along with Dad to the hardware store when dad decided to stop at a neighborhood garage sale. Our little guy looked at the driveway and remarked, "Aww Dad, I don't wanna look at that stuff!"