[kjo]

I suppose millions have a story like this, but everytime I think of it, it still hurts. Around 1959 when I was about 12 my Dad was cleaning out the garage one autumn day.

He came upon my brothers and my 500 or so baseball cards...some going back to my Dad’s original collection in the 1930s...he said “you guys don’t want this junk anymore, do you”?

He was burning fall leaves...and threw the cards on top the fire.

I want to cry just thinking about it.

[Lizavetta]

At least your father asked you if you still wanted it.

Mine just took it upon himself to get rid of baby clothes, toys, books from our childhood.