I started collecting baseball cards around 1989 to about 1994. I had about 5,228 of them, organized in rubber banded stacks alphabetically by teams A-Z, and each stack, the players were alphabetically ordered from A-Z–categorized by brand (ie Fleer, Donruss, Upper Deck). They were neatly kept in Nike shoeboxes. I wasn’t sure I would even have kids back then, but I knew if I did, this would be something cool to share with them someday.
Anyway, due to some funny stuff, I moved in with my dad and his new family around the age of 15. And moved out when I graduated high school. It was a depressing 3 years. My only outlets were music and Varsity baseball. When I moved out of my dad’s house, things were kind of rushed, and I was not able to get my baseball cards, which we’d put into the attic when I had moved in 3 years earlier (I had the smallest bedroom in the house and had very little room outside of a stereo, a tv, and a bed. My closet was teeny too) A few months after I’d moved, I asked about the cards, and he and my stepmom said they couldn’t find them. Two years later, they’d divorced and sold the house. I haven’t really spoken to either of them since.
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