I started when I was 9. I looked up to my grandpa, and he was a coin hoarder. He didn't know or care about coin values. He just latched onto specific coins and tossed them in a jar(s). Jars turned into bottles, bottles turned into vases, vases into buckets, etc. He worked at a service station in the 30's, 40's, and 50's. He just kept cents.
Well, I was allowed to look through his coins to fill my book, but I was overwhelmed with the task. So I began picking out better wheaties from the buckets and start my own hoard. Filling containers that would be sequestered to the back of my closet to be forgotten about until I graduated college. By this time, my grandpa's hoard was stashed in a basement crawlspace (enclosed) under the stairs. It was forgotten by the rest of the family, but I always remembered going through the coins as a kid. My grandfather passed away, and his children (my mother and aunt) were tasked with cleaning out the house in order to sell it. She stumbled upon the stash, but they were too heavy to move so I was called in. If I could move them, they were mine.
I still have buckets and buckets of his coins that I just do not have the time to search through. They are all wheats, and they aren't going anywhere. Someday when I find the time... 30 years later and I still haven't found the time.