Some kid came up to me in our elementary school playground while I was looking at my disorganized packs of cards and said he wanted my Dave Parker. I didn't even know what the word trade meant. For that matter, I didn't even know what a Dave Parker was. He explained it to me. And I did it. It felt wrong for some reason, and whatever this trade thing was I had just done, was done. Then these Pirates won something called the world series. It seemed like a big deal to people. It was. And I thought whatever I had done that day was all kinds of wrong.
I did something very similar to another kid in elementary school. He had a real 1974 Hank Aaron, but I convinced him it was a promo card and traded him some crap for it. I still have the card, and I still feel a bit guilty.
