My apologies to those of you who have heard this story before.
I started in 1970 when a Willie McCovey card fell out of my Corn Flakes box into my cereal bowl. Little did I realize it then but that was a life-changing moment for me. I liked the 3-D background and was showing it off to my cousin and he said he had some cards. When he got around to showing them to me, he had five cards that he gave to me and my younger brother. He gave us each two cards and ripped a 1969 Tom Dukes card in half and gave us each a half. Those were my first Topps cards.
I remember buying packs and packs of Topps cards for five cents each that year and I eventually put together the complete Topps set. The last card to complete the set was a Tony Conigliaro that I got in a swap from someone in my Cubs Scout pack.
While my friends and schoolmates were tossing them and attaching them to their bicycle spokes, I was much more diligent. I treasured my cards and kept them neatly stacked in a dresser drawer, all in alphabetical order, held in place with big red rubberbands. Needless to say, the Hank Aaron cards on the top and the Carl Yastrzemski cards on the bottom suffered the most damage from the rubberband marks but I didn't know any better at the time. If a player was traded, I crossed out the name of the team and wrote in his new team's name. When I found Mickey Mantle had retired, I ran his card through my typewriter and typed "Retired" across the front of it. Who knew back then that those little cardboard pictures would someday have value? That was early summer of 1970 and I have been an avid collector ever since.
My brother lost interest early on and I obtained his few cards to go with all I had accumulated and I have never looked back. I'm now in my 47th year of non-stop collecting. I have had my card collection longer than most everything else I own. I have since upgraded most of those damaged cards and take much better care of them today. My collection now numbers more than 350,000 different cards. My wife has been instructed to put this McCovey card in my shirt pocket when they eventually put me in the ground. Oh yeah. I'm taking it with me.