Since she was about a year old (maybe younger), my daughter would hear that engine rumble from down the street, drop whatever it is she was doing at that time, yell, “GARBAGE TRUCK!*” and race to the door just in time for it to stop in front of our driveway, extend the arm, grab our big blue bin, and dump it into the compactor/container.
She waves. The driver honks. It’s magical.