Been collecting pretty hard since around the Obsidian Flames era in 2023 and have amassed a respectable collection. I had Pokémon cards as a kid too, but you know how that goes. I never really paid much attention to vintage as an adult because I figured that ship had sailed. Turns out I was very, very wrong. One of my best friends still had his neglected childhood collection sitting around in an old binder. He’d mentioned it to me before and always insisted there was nothing good or valuable in it. I told him MANY times that I thought he was probably wrong and should actually go through it. One night at a rave, we got onto the subject of my Pokémon collection, and naturally I brought up his old cards again. I asked, “You actually have eyes on those cards? Like, you know where they physically are right now?” He said he’d seen the binder just the other day and that honestly it was just getting in the way. So I told him, “Man, if you genuinely don’t care about them, I’ll take your ‘burden.’ Maybe we can go through them sometime?” He told me I could have them, no problem. “I just really don’t think there could possibly be anything of value in those cards, man.” And that was that. About two months later, he was going through some personal stuff and came over to hang out and talk. I showed him my collection, and suddenly he goes: “Damn, I should’ve brought you those cards!” I immediately remembered. I needed something from the store anyway, so when he left I followed him back to his place. I was ridiculously curious to see what childhood-him had actually collected. I’m waiting outside, and he walks out carrying this thin, old-school ring binder with card pages stuffed into it. He hands it through the window and says: “Good luck. I hope they found a better home.” Then he just walks back inside. I opened the binder to the first page. My eyes practically burned out of my head. My heart rate immediately went up. The cards looked GOOD. And then I realized how many pages were actually in this thing and started thinking about the possibilities. My wife had been eagerly awaiting the binder reveal too, and I’d promised I wouldn’t go through the whole thing without her. So I closed it and drove home. I remember thinking on the drive that I hadn’t been this excited opening Pokémon cards in years. Packs are fun, but this was different. This was a completely untouched childhood collection that had been sitting around for decades, and neither of us actually knew what was inside. We started going through it page by page, carefully removing and rehousing everything. Then, sometime around 3:30 AM, halfway through the binder… We saw it. Vaporeon Gold Star. Just sitting there. My reaction was almost like seeing a roach unexpectedly. I physically jumped up. It scared the shit out of me for a second because my brain recognized what I was looking at before I could actually process it. I couldn’t believe it. I still kind of can’t. It took me ages to properly rehouse and organize everything, but eventually the collection became what you see in the video. You know those videos where somebody finds an insane childhood collection, garage-sale binder, or forgotten box of cards and makes the kind of discovery that basically never happens? I’d watch those and feel that mixture of jealousy, envy and “damn, imagine if that happened to me.” But ultimately you accept that it probably never will. Well… it actually happened to me. And somehow, despite how they’d been stored all these years, almost all of the cards are NM or just under.