My thriftstore journey : from hate to love

The author of the previous article is my dad, so I was born with the thrifting gene. Although now thoroughly addicted to thriftstoring, during my childhood years thriftstores were simply a necessity in order to have a family of eight clothed and happy. My only fond memories from those second hand days, are the "free box"- full of  mostly McDonald's happy meal toys kids were allowed to take one of - and crawling around on the perpetually dusty floor and making a "fort" under a clothing rack, with pillows and any other things of interest. There I'd hide out until the call to go home, when I'd scatter my treasures and depart. As time passed and more and more of my siblings left, the luxury of new clothes became the normal and I saw no reason to buy someone's old clothes by choice. The mall was my favorite place to hang out with my friends, most of whom had never even been to a thriftstore. My dad still wanted to shop second hand, but I wasn't very enthusiastic about it. I remember very clearly when my view on the subject changed, though. A friend of a friend was wearing a very comfy looking sweater, I asked her where she got it from and without shame she said, "the thriftstore". It had never crossed my mind to be anything but embarrassed about wearing a strangers clothes, but her response made me think twice. That same day a begged my mom to take me to the nearest Salvation Army where I found a beautiful sweater. Now began the time of sweaters, where me and my sister would run through the doors and race to the sweater section without even glancing at the other racks of clothing. My dad was now the one being dragged to the thriftstore! Slowly we realized the other deals to be found throughout the store and it became a place of wonder where we would go as often as possible. I am now proud to be a thriftstorer, because it shows my ability to find fashionable things in a pile of mostly horrible clothes. Instead of shopping where everyone else does, I stand out in my "vintage" clothes. I'm able to buy more clothes than I ever could shopping at a mall. I've even had a few friends say,"Take me to the thriftstore and help me find stuff!". Because of these reasons, I no longer look down and mumble when someone asks me where I got something. I say with confidence and a smile, "the thriftstore!"