There is a neat story to my very first card.
I was 7, and nobody in school liked me. I noticed alot of kids had Pokemon Cards, and I had liked Pokemon already (see biography). So I asked some older kids (maybe 5th graders) if I could have a card. I didn't get an allowance, and I had never had a card. They laughed and laughed, and so then as a joke, they gave me a bad card.
Now when I say bad, I don't refer to how common it was, I refer to how scratched it was. It was scratched, bent, slightly faded on the edge. It basically looked like it had been run over by a car.
It was a Cubone.
It might have been a joke to them, but I loved that card as if it were one of my organs. I still have that card, and sometimes when I wonder why I like Pokemon I just look at that card. When I do I realize why;
When I felt like I never had friends, Pokemon made me feel like I did, even when I didn't.
Anyway's I gave away most of my cards to my younger friend about 3 years ago. I still have that card, as well as a shiny Magneton, which I hide in my "Pokemon Handbook". This makes me like Magneton, and Cubone.
That's my story
-ChrisTom