What is better than finding a box at the thrift that brings back a childhood memory?
How about when you find that it still contains the original contents inside?
I can remember spending hours playing with my paper dolls as well as my kiddles (anyone remember those?) I have had this find for awhile, but as I was cleaning up my craft room I came across them again and recall the day I found them in the thrift store. It was for me a "squealable" moment. You know... when you find something that makes you so happy you actually squeal out loud and you don't even care if anyone looks at you weird.
There is something about buying back a piece of your childhood. Is it the memories that these toys bring back, a little comfort, or just a bit of sweet nostalgia?
I wonder why little girls don't play with paper dolls anymore. I think they are missing out.