Out of all of the kinds of cards that I have obtained since I returned to collecting, there is only one that mocks me. But it's not the oversized cards that will barely fit in a shoebox or the mini cards that will disappear down the cold-air intake floor register. It's the sticker. I used to love stickers. I still love stickers. Although now it's more the IDEA of stickers that I love. Stickers take me back to the time when I plastered them everywhere and announced my devotion to my favorite team. I would stick them on my notebooks. I would stick them on my folders. I would stick them on my book covers and my baseball card binders. I would stick them on my Big Wheel and then, later, my bike. I would stick them on the posters on my wall. When I was feeling particularly daring, I would stick them on my desk at school. But not right on top where the teacher would see. Stickers were meant to be stuck. Periodically, you'd see stickers on trees or sign posts (...
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