When I was little, we moved from Chicago to Columbus.
Everything was packed into cardboard boxes. The boxes each got a numbered sticker. Then they were put into trucks, and ended up in the new house a few days later.
My brother and I collected all of the stickers. They were red and blue, with a few yellow ones.
I can't remember the highest numbers. They were in the hundreds. But in the end, we never did find the sticker with the number one.
Meanwhile, our parents are trying to figure out just what the hell is in each box.
