Finding Rehomed Memories in a Thrift Store

One man’s trash is another man’s entire childhood.

Photo by Brooke Cagle via Unsplash

When I was little, we had these amber-colored dessert glasses. Like little glass bowls with stems. They were heavy. Well, maybe they weren’t. Everything is heavy when you’re eight years old.

I remember my mom would make my sister and me chocolate pudding. This was back when instant…