As I write this, my dad and I have already made three trips
to a charity to donate things. Three trips with my car packed full—not only the
way back, but also the back seat. Most of what we’ve come across hasn’t been
anything I’ve been interested in, but I’ve also discovered some treasures.
The most exciting find was old cards. Cards from when I was
adopted, cards from my first birthday, cards for other important events. Just
priceless!
I don’t keep cards so no one is going to find anything like
this in my house. Sorta sad, but clutter.
We’ve also found some pictures, although nothing that’s
blown my socks off yet, but it’s been fun to see photos of when my mom and dad
were younger and when I was little. We’ve also come across pictures of people
neither my dad nor I recognized and that was kind of sad. We had a 8x10 photo
of a couple with a baby and my dad could only come up with the guess that one
of them was some sort of cousin to my mom. That’s sad.
I also found a couple of super cool purses my mom used to
carry. I guess this was back before she got into the boring mom purses that I
remember. She also put aside a few dresses that she told my dad she wanted me
to have.