While I was five, I had a funny infatuation with the rubbish collector truck. Every time it came by my kindergarten, I would rush to the wire fence and watch the intricate event of massive containers being lifted and emptied in what seemed like a futuristic, almost sci-fi kind of mechanism. Usually, 2 or 3 people would jump off the back of the truck and prepare the container, attaching some heavy-duty chains to it, then it would get lifted by the truck and flipped with velocity. The noise it made when it got emptied of its contents was like thunder, a loud rumble that echoed through the streets. The way the trash spilled out, and the sound of the container clattering back down, was mesmerizing. It was as if I was witnessing a small, controlled explosion, a spectacle that captivated me every time.
Even now, my mother would remind me how I wanted to be a rubbish collector when I was a kid which makes me chuckle every time.
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