Me and the rest of the inbred Thompson siblings through boxes of baseball cards and an army duffle bag of early comic books down a vacant cess pool in my mothers backyard to fill it in.
My old man was a scrap collector on the side and we used to have a shed filled with old newspapers and magazines. He would load the truck half-way, hose the papers for weight and then continues piling them on.
We would sort thru and stack all the comic books and collect them.
Vinly 33&1/3 records old 45's everything went down the hole.
They weren't worth anything back then.
About 20 years ago I dug under the patio that was now over top and found a few coke bottles and an old Stroheman bread wrapper. The worms got the rest.