About 1996 when I was 6 or 7. That year (first grade I think), I made friends with a female who liked these little houses I would build with popsicle sticks. One day she asked me if I would make her one and I said no; she said that she would give me some of her Dad's baseball cards for a house. So, I hurriedly made one and she gave me 3 cards from I think 87 Topps. After that I started making little houses that I would cover in fabric that looked like bricks and used buttons for doorknobs so she would like them a lot and I would get more cards.
When I think about it, it sounds crazy, but that's how I got into cards. I think a few weeks after my parents saw me playing with those cards (constantly arranging them by stats on the back, team name, putting them in alphabetical order, etc), they bought a lot of about 20 wax boxes full of base cards from a man who lived down the street and worked for Topps.
Funny thing is, I still talk to the girl who got me into cards and she has shown me pictures of the houses I built back then (for some reason she kept them.) and let me tell you... they are not as extravagant as my 1st grade self remembered them to be.
When I think about it, it sounds crazy, but that's how I got into cards. I think a few weeks after my parents saw me playing with those cards (constantly arranging them by stats on the back, team name, putting them in alphabetical order, etc), they bought a lot of about 20 wax boxes full of base cards from a man who lived down the street and worked for Topps.
Funny thing is, I still talk to the girl who got me into cards and she has shown me pictures of the houses I built back then (for some reason she kept them.) and let me tell you... they are not as extravagant as my 1st grade self remembered them to be.
