I can't throw away a baseball card. I just can't.
No matter what condition they are in, I just can't toss it. They could be soggier than day old corn flakes and have more wrinkles than a 110 year old son worshiping meth user, but I can not and will not throw the card away.
I feel guilty. I think of how proud the player must be to have a card made of them. Something forever proclaiming they are a major league ball player. I think of how hard they worked to have a card made of them and I just can't throw them out with the left over pizza crusts and the coffee grounds. Yes, it makes me feel bad to see a guy on a piece of card board in the thrash.
My mother never really shared that sentiment as did many mothers. "The cards my mom threw out" for example. I have rescued many a cards from the trash, many a soggy and stinky cards.
As I grow, likely my collection will grow, where I will store those cards I don't know, but they will not end up in a land fill.
Ironicly enough a hoarders commerical/preview example out while typing this. I can throw other things away, just not cards.