I'll try make this long story short. Back in the early eighties I was in second or third grade. A friend of mine & I were taking our cards to another friends house to do some trading. We were walking & it was about a 1/2 mile walk. We went up the hill (where the older kids lived), and not surprisingly they were there. Our boxes of cards ended up flying through the air, flying everywhere. We picked up the cards & headed towards our buddy's house just happy that we didn't get our asses kicked. Through no fault of our own, the condition of the cards suffered, but we didn't care back then. The trading went down as usual. I miss those days.
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