I get that feeling in thrift stores, where those items show up sometimes. I always wonder what the history was. Was that some child's favorite plush and how d

I get that feeling in thrift stores, where those items show up sometimes. I always wonder what the history was. Was that some child's favorite plush and how did it end up in a thrift shop, or was it overlooked and unwanted and discarded? Either way it's a twinge of sadness, yeah. Even as an adult, I still have my few favorite stuffies from childhood. I'd never part with them (it's not hoarding, just one box), but I have no idea what happens to them when I pass on. Can't bear to dispose of them or leave instructions for that, but for anyone else to keep them they'd just take up space forever.