A memory and a story of renewed interest in this hobby of ours!

[Stampsfan]

Thanks for that story, Andrew. You reminded me of something today. I have a similar one from Grade 3 that for some reason I still remember. My teacher was Miss Collier, and English woman, relatively young, and mean. She would take her key ring and hit you on the top of the head with it if you were in line. If that's never happened to you, take my word for it, it hurts like hell.

I too was looking at my cards in my desk, and I collected everything. At the time, the Planet of the Apes cards from the original movie. I still remember her taking my cards, and ripping each of them in half in front of me, and leaving them on my desk.

Why do we remember these things from our childhood, and why are they so ingrained?

I'm still missing four for completion of my original set from 1968. I wonder if I had them before the "ripping" incident...