I tried to sell them to someone after I made phone contact with that person. I texted two pictures of the boxes of cards I had. He said no dice. They were all deemed low dollar cards and weren't worth buying. That hurt me. He told me to go to a flea market to try to sell them. So much for me (or my cards) being a rock star in my world.
The next order of business is to decide what to do with them. Onto my "plan B", get rid of them over to Goodwill. I figure that someone will enjoy them down the road and I'll get them all out of my house. I had to keep one box for me for old times sake.
Oh the memories I had holding onto those cards. What a lot of time I spent thinking about always adding to my collection. Somewhere along the way, say my Sophomore year in college, I slowly quit collecting them. I stopped spending my won money purchasing cards on my own. I used to get my dad to buy my cards for me, with his own money.
I wonder if one day I'll be able to pass that onto my sons Ben and Blake. I hope they love collecting cards as much as I did as a kid.
As you see above, the box sets and complete sets all went bye-bye to the Goodwill in Kennesaw today. I know that it is for a good cause and that I know that I will help my family in some way with this donation in the months and years ahead.
I felt bad that I had to give up a piece of my childhood in the great purge. I really shouldn't feel this way. I know that this teaches me a good lesson about letting go. That would have to serve me well as I would endure more heartache later on in other areas of my life. See my other blog post for today to find out what that is.
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