Sports Card Addict

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My earliest childhood memories would be the endless amount of sports cards scattered around my dad's room and all around the house. My dad's most valuable cards were kept in his silver safe that he kept in his closet, which only we knew the code to. At least once a day I would go through all of the sports cards my dad owned and would constantly get carried away and lose track of time. I guess you could say that I wasn't too into toys as a kid, or that the sports cards themselves were my favorite toys. Sports cards have molded me into the person I am and have created an impenetrable bond between my dad and us. My favorite sports card would have to be what was my dad's gold plated Steve Young card. The gold plating itself made it the most unique card I had ever seen and the picture of him about to throw the pass fit it perfectly. It was extremely special and rare because there was only ten ever made. I would sit and look at the card everyday and even though it never changed it always seemed to blow my mind. I became attached to the sports card and I began to feel like it was a part of me. Whenever that card was in my hands I felt like I was on top of the world and I could conquer anything I wanted. As I grew older I started my own sports card collection with the help of my dad, which turned me into an addict quite fast. I now have my own collection that overflows from my closet into my bedroom and even into other parts of the house. It feels great having my own collection because I would dream about it as a kid. Certain sports cards go beyond my collection because they hold their own stories. For instance, one of my favorite cards got ran through a wash cycle and left me devastated for weeks. My mom felt so badly about what happened because she did the laundry, but now we get to look back and laugh about it. I still have that damaged card and don't plan on getting
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