
Love to give my stuff away and feel like I did a good job cleaning out the kids closet. The freeing feeling of haling it away, but to find my stuff with tags on it. Someone making a killing on my good junk and you stand holding it saying to the stranger next to you" this was mine ". The home made Raggedy Ann doll with the mitten hands that I thought looked more like Lobster Claws. Still after weeks not shopping at that Salvation Army I come back to see nobody wanted it ,and I feeling bad for the doll thinking , maybe I should bring it back home and reached to take it by the hand and realize... ya.. don't think I want it.