You might look at the title and think “What!? That doesn’t make any sense.” Let me fill you in. The neighborhood Danielle and I live in did a once-a-year (I think) community yard sale this past weekend. I don’t remember them ever doing once since we’ve lived here 3 years now, but maybe the luck of the draw we were not here or didn’t hear about it. Either way, we had a crap-ton of stuff to sell — things like toys, games, books, arts and crafts, and some electronics.
Well, part of that process was first deciding if I wanted to part with most of my old toys — Power Rangers, G.I. Joes, wrestlers, Hot Wheels, Batmans, and other misc toys. I decided yes because I do not have the same sentimental relationship I had with them when I was much younger, plus we’re moving later this year and that’d be unnecessary extra baggage to tag along for no reason.
Friday I was not here (working) but Danielle sold reasonable lot of them. Some whole sets of things went completely. Saturday, in between being on-call at work, I was able to negotiate selling the rest of the lot of Power Rangers to an enthusiast/collector guy … after letting a couple kids pick a few they were super excited to get. So, all in all, I got my enjoyment out of the toys long ago, and the memories that are in my mind are hopefully there forever.
I’ll rest easier now knowing that all of these various toys can make a new master happy and have a purpose again of getting played with or outwardly displayed in some way.
My Life. My Story. My World. 