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- Jun 4, 2014
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When I was twelve I decided it was time to pack up the ponies. I stored them in a big cardboard under-the-bed storage box. Fast forward to 6 years later, my boyfriend and I were at a flea market. I saw Cotton Candy laying on a tarp marked 75 cents. 75 cents and all by herself! I didn't have her either...but at the same time I didn't want my boyfriend to think I was a weirdo that wanted a toy. I passed her up. But before I got to the end of the row, I turned around to go back for her. My boyfriend was confused as to why I was going back. Then I spoke the words "I'm a collector." 16 years later we are married and he now helps me find them at garage sales/flea markets to hopefully some day finish the entire US G1 collection.