Swap cards. My first ‘collection’ and my first obsession.
I carted them around bundled with eleventy billion rubber bands and sorted into categories such as ‘Cute babies!’, ‘Cute horses!’ and ‘Cute kittens!’.
For many years I couldn’t find my swap cards. I pestered my mum who was fairly certain that they’d been chucked with “…all your other crap…” when I moved out of home. I was fairly certain that I wouldn’t have thrown them out – after all, they were a major investment of my pocket money.
A few years ago, mum was cleaning out a cupboard and came across (yet another) box of my crap. The cards were there. I’m informed that my extensive collection is actually worth something now but too bad, I won’t be parting with them.
Check out other first obsessions over at Life & Other Crises.
