The one prize that I was not only in the running, but was the runaway winner was "Which dad is the biggest packrat?" As soon as I heard the word "packrat" leave the lips of the presenter, I turned to my assistant Sunday School teacher and said "I'm doomed". My "Major Award" was a padlock to put on the storage shed that I will need to keep all the stuff in.
Both of my Parents are packrats. My grandfather ran a trash route in which he kept the good stuff being thrown out. I'm third generation. I am also a professional packrat. Part of my job is to store the leftover materials (known as "tags & centers") from the jobs that I cut. If it can be used again, I'm in charge of it. It really is a "Don't throw it away, it might come in handy" type of job.