Going to the tip.
I remember going to,the tip with my dad what a wonderful memory. We would load up the trailer and he would always take me, we would dump our load and then spend time going over the piles and piles of amazing stuff. I loved it because dad and i would laugh and say don't tell mum about the stuff, she would go off when we got home because we always came home with more than we took. The other thing that makes these good memories was that my dad was younger and fitter than he got as he aged, watching him climbing over the piles was a joy for me, and the mystery of why people threw away some of the things they did fueled my imagination for weeks.