Throw up in mouth...really painful memories.
I was an avid collector as a kid. How I didn't rot out my teeth with the amount of bubble gum I chewed on is still a great mystery to me. At any rate, I had thousands and thousands of cards. My dad had a graduate student who gave me his collection from the early 50's. Another gave me his set from the early 60's.
Then, as a 17-year-old in 1979, my mom insisted I get rid of them.
She thought they took up far too much room in box upon box in my bedroom. So she offered a younger friend of mine my entire set for $50. Bye bye Mickey Mantle rookie card. Bye bye Pete Rose rookie card. I even had a card of Gene Packard, Cincinnati Red, from 1914 or thereabouts. By far my oldest card, and a cherished one. Gone.
I ran into the guy who got those cards many years ago. He told me he had sold them at the peak of the market, paying entirely for two houses, a car and putting away a significant chunk of change into savings.
No, I will never again collect cards. Far too painful memories.