When I was a kid, my dad had a whole room full of baseball cards. He collected since he was a kid, and had one of those old glass display cases that light up, and if you push a button, the rows would slowly revolve. I must have spent hours watching the little cards go by.
Sadly, he died when I was 23, and my step-mom sold his collection.
Today, I have my own room full of baseball stuff. And somehow the stuff just keeps on growing...
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