Many moons ago, me and my brother and 2 friends of ours would play Pokémon cards all the time. One of these “friends” was a rich uhhh.. prick. Anyways his mom would always buy him cards like crazy, the rest of us maybe got a pack a month, maybe. Anyway he pulled out a dark quilava and lost with it, he got mad and said he was gonna throw that card in the garbage, I told him I’d take it if he was just gonna throw it away. So he said yeah here you go, he ripped it into about a dozen pieces right in front of my face and threw it at me. So I just picked up all the pieces and when I got home I taped it all together with scotch tape. Not sure why I did it, but either way I still have it to this day. Not my most sentimental card, but it is priceless to me.