When I was around 10 year's old we where in the middle of moving into a new house. I was in my parents room helping my Mother carry her dresser drawers to the truck when I seen a beautiful aqua peltier feathered slag, when I say beautiful I mean the color not the marble. It appeared to have gone through world war 3, there wasn't a smooth spot left on it. I asked my Mother why she still had it. She said it was her lucky shooter, though I couldn't tell what size it formerly was. I asked her if I could have it, she thought for just a second then gave it to me and told me to never give it away. I still have the marble and will take a pic of it for my album so you can see how really beat up it is. Anyhow that is my earliest memory of marbles besides using grandpas old ones for sling shot ammo, with the money I shot at squirrels and bird's I could probably put a down payment on a house. Just measured it, what's left come's in at 45/64 or 23/32 or ...... different measurement every turn I take. By the way it hold's a very prominent spot in my collection, the one marble I will never sell nor trade. As a matter of fact speaking of peltier the first marbles I bought where pelts, I couldn't get over the variety of marbles they made. A fascination that continues to this day.