Thrift Store

    I walked into my local thrift store, smiling at the familiar smell of old memories, and the idea of the new ones yet to come. Many people my age don't like thrift stores. They all prefer name-brand, new clothing; to some of them, thrifting is thought of as something only "poor people" do.

   But when it comes to thrift stores, I don't care what other people think. I see them as magical places; you never know what you'll find when you walk into one. You could go into one looking for a pair of shoes, and exit with them-- as well as a vinyl by your favorite artist. I recently went thrifting for a Halloween costume. As I scanned the aisles, I spotted the one thing I was missing: a bright blue blazer. When I tried it on, it fit perfectly. There's no way I would've been able to find this specific piece in such short notice for such an inexpensive price anywhere else! That's not even the point of it though; just the idea that, when you enter what you thought was just your corner-store Goodwill, it turns out to be a maze full of wonders, and the impossible suddenly becomes possible, is incredible to me.