Trade you

Do you remember the days of trading? When you and your friends were convinced that you were getting the best end of the deal by trading that favorite marble or baseball card or maybe just your lunch. Some days you got lucky and ended up with the best rookie card ever and some days you just ended up with the team mascot. As you get older you stop trading these prized possessions. Instead they end up in a shoe box in the back of your closet waiting for you to find them again. Maybe if your lucky you will have a son or daughter that will want your collection that you saved for all these years. Then the process will begin again only this time it's your child and their best friend. Then the debates over the value of each card start anew. Such is the life cycle of trading. And I wouldn't trade watching my son trade baseball cards for anything.