My maternal grandma had shelves full of National Geographic magazines going back to 1923 (or further). The photos and drawings were good but the stories were great. Endless adventure and tales about the world. I remember spending happy hours reading them on holidays to Queensland as a kid in the early 90s. A way to escape tiny world and join a bigger one, at your own pace, before the internet. Too bad my dumbass parents chucked them all away without a thought to who might want them nor asking…