Jul 27, 2004 00:38
Last week I tore through my closet and found a bag of stuffed animals that I have collected since I was born. I went through them and took out the ones I didn't think had much value to me. Later on I turned in the bag of unvaluable stuffed animals to a Good Will store. My reasoning for turning in them to good will was that some child will get more value out of them than I do now (heck I had them in a bag in my closet for like 2 years). However, I keep thinking about one of the stuffed animals I turned in. It was a large stuffed doberman pincher that my godsister had given me. I was pretty young, at least in the single digits and had come over to her house and feel in love at first sight with that dog. She ended up giving it to me. Damn it, the more I think about this the more I want to go back to that good will and buy it back. I don't know. I guess it's the memory I have with it that makes it hard for me to let go because I don't know what I would do with it now besides put it back into a bag.
But then again, that's the reasons I had for holding onto the 'valuable' ones.
Damn it.