I did not fall in love with vintage treasure hunting in a single moment. It grew slowly, the way moss spreads over stone, quiet at first and then impossible to miss. Some children remember weekends by cartoons, sports, or trips to the mall. I remember dirt paths, creek beds, wildflowers, old barns leaning into the weather, and family members who noticed everything. We noticed the shape of leaves. The color of lichen on bark. The way sunlight touched old wood. We noticed the d