One last keepsake brought from home... my very own baseball card!
Sort of.
When I was 7 years old, an amusement park named Boardwalk & Baseball opened a few hours from my house. I never went, but according to reports, it was a crummy park and a spectacular financial failure.
In 1987, my sister went to the park on a school field trip, and she had a personalized baseball card made up for me. Here it is (front and back):

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When she gave it to me, she expected it to be a huge hit. And it probably would have been, had she not fucked it up in the following ways:
- My birthday is 8/17/79, not 6/17/79
- My favorite team was (and still is) the New York Yankees, not the New York Mets
- The photo should've featured me in a baseball uniform (or at least doing something even vaguely athletic), not a geeky polo shirt.
She has tried to argue that most people got their photo taken at the park, where they could physically put on baseball uniforms for the camera, and since I wasn't there in person, she had to bring a photo with her. I argue back that I had definitely played Little League baseball by that point, and I'm sure there had been photographic evidence of it, so she should've brought one of those photos with her.
Regardless, this should go down as the lamest baseball card ever produced.
Although the stats are pretty impressive.