My mom saved my stuff as well. For 23 years, my collection sat in the basement under a set of stairs, somehow avoiding water damage. I knew she had kept some stuff from my room and had stored it in boxes, but I wasn't really expecting much. So when I finally decided to retrieve it all, I was was surprised to find everything. It was fun to re-discover it, and that drew me back to the hobby.
My father-in-law was an unfortunate one. In the mid-50s, he would bat boy for the local college team, and with the 50 cents he'd earn each game, he'd promptly run off to buy baseball cards. He lost his collection when he was still a kid though. One random day, he couldn't find his cards. When he asked his parents, they told him he needed to stop wasting money on cards, and that they had trashed all of them.
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