You're not for a 10 year old (but you were).

When I was little my family and I used to take desert trips where we'd go out for the day and stay in the desert, riding quads and dirt bikes or just chilling and making a fire, setting off fireworks and whatnot. For some reason I've always had this habit of collecting and amassing things just for the sole purpose of collecting and amassing. So I used to pick up and gather tons and tons of bullet casings that I'd find on the ground out in the desert often putting them in an old sock I'd find in my dad's truck or a broken red solo cup.
So when Gustavo and I went camping we found a gorge in the ground where people had been shooting at clay pigeons and therefore, there were tons of bullet casings on the ground. I gathered a few of them for old time sake, almost not wanting to stop (Gustavo had to pull me away) and took a few photos for the memory.