I have always liked small colorful things....hooked on Christmas lights, my mom sewed and I used to spend time digging through her tins of old buttons and sequins, sorting-lining them up (mkes me sound a bit like Rain Man!) loved the way new crayons looked in the box..you get the picture. I grew up in NYC, and lived in an apt. There was a "magic room" on each floor (AKA the "porter's closet") where tennants could throw away larger items that did not fit in the incinerator shoot. The porter's closet was amazing for a kid..old clothes, suitcases, shoes, jewelery boxes, empty perfume bottles, books and on an on. My brother and I came home with many a treasure! Sad to day, I never found any marbles there, but my love of little colored things and sifting through junk led me to a life filled wtih flea markets, antique malls, yard sales etc. Found my first colored clay marbles at a flea market in Bloomsburg Pa where I went to school...it's been marbles since then!