One day, after I had finished college, gotten married, and had 4 rugrats (3 of them boys), Mom called out of the blue to inform me that she and Dad were cleaning out their storage area and had come across a couple of boxes of my baseball cards (I collected during the years 1955-1960). Mom asked if I wanted them or if she should toss them. After a bit of thought, thinking that my toddlers might get interested in card collecting when they got older, I asked her to hold onto them until I next visited and retrieved them. At that time, I never imagined that my interest in collecting would ever be rekindled. My boys never got interested in baseball or card collecting - they became soccerholics, along with most of their neighborhood buddies. But, thankfully, when my collecting interest did get rekindled years later, I still had my childhood collection!
Val
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