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MikeI started getting involved with baseball cards when I was about 6. 1960. Virtually every boy I knew had a shoebox full of cards. We traded them, we used them in the spokes, we made up games with them. One game a friend of mine and I made up was, a form of hide and seek I suppose, whereby one of us would hide a card, in my grandfathers garage. ( i was living there then.) If the person looking for the card found it, he could keep it. I am sure there are still a few in there somewhere. I grew up with a very cruel and somewhat psychotic step father who used to like to beat the crap out of me when I was small.( every week) Among other things, but one time when he really wanted to punish me, he took all of my cards and hid them from me. Now that was more than I could handle. talk about hitting where it hurt? he knew just how to hurt me the most. But walking to the store, shooting the breeze on the way there, and on the way back, wow, such fantastic memories. I wish I could go back sometimes. I bought thousands of cards. I still have every one of them. None are graded, and PSA wouldn't give me more than a 2 if I did. They were well loved and played with. I have a 57 or 58 Minnie Minoso with a hole through his face. I will never let that one go.