My twin brother and I collected baseball cards as a kid. We didn’t have our own collections. We shared one massive collection. It was socialism at its finest and I can’t remember it ever being a problem. Not that I’m voting for Bernie Sanders anytime soon.
But we shared baseball cards, and we shared thousands and thousands. My dad was a little over the top on some things, and we’d get baseball cards by the truckload. For Christmas. For birthdays. For stops at 7/11 after we acted halfway decent in church.
Best as I can recall, our first main year was 1968, because I remember having a Reggie Smith card with a gold trophy imprinted on it.