The Ups and Downs of Hand-Me-Downs
I grew up on hand-me-downs. There were the hand-me-down clothes, the hand-me-down dolls (anyone else remember old, matted doll hair that makes your skin crawl?), the hand-me-down bikes. Because my feet were the size of Goliath’s, I did mostly escape the hand-me-down shoes. I was the youngest in a family of six. By the time […]