I grew up in a household that had three older siblings by 6, 13 and 14 years. Our parents started their own business when I was around 5 or 6. A lot of time was spent entertaining myself in the house, and I was moved from one sibling’s bedroom to another as they came and went. In hindsight, it was treated as an archaeologist would.
When the eldest went off to college, I was moved into her room. When she moved back in, I got shifted to the brother’s room. When the other sister went off to college, I got shifted to her room so that I had my own bathroom. Each were filled with books, posters, clothes and interesting treasures that held no clue as to where they came from and why they were kept.
So, how did this influence my adult life? The most favorite job I ever had was inspecting hotels. Not only was I granted the opportunity to poke and prod into curious corners of the structure, but often the employees on the tour could answer questions. One time, I stayed at a historic hotel and had the luck of getting an unofficial tour to see a secret escape route for mobster Al Capone and his cronies when the police would show up. Another time, I was shown a secret housing unit that was part of The Underground Railroad in a house that had recently been purchased by a man who owned the B&B across the street.
Basically, I love to snoop, but only if permission is granted.