Today I have author Rebecca Fjelland Davis here to share with us the items she’d sell in a garage sale as a teenager! I also have a signed copy of her novel CHASING ALLIECAT to giveaway. I enjoyed CHASING ALLIECAT so much, you can read my review here: http://bit.ly/gtC3ta.
Rebecca Fjelland Davis is a novelist and YA and children's book author who lives in Minnesota. Becky is a serious cyclist and loves to write about her passions: bicycling, dogs, farms, family, and friendship.
Teenage Garage Sale: If you were to have a garage sale of the stuff from your teen years, what would we find there? You can assign values to things too.
My horse’s saddle, bridle, blanket. I spent many, many hours riding my ponies, often with my best friend Bev and her horse. I don’t think of the horses themselves as possessions to be sold. They’ve been gone a long time, but in my memory—they are friends to be treasured.
My three-speed bicycle that I bought in high school. It was cool.
My single-speed Hawthorn bike with built-in headlights. (not so cool then, but now very retro).
My confirmation Bible—that I still have, in tatters—which is both priceless and worthless.
My sled—my brother and two guy friends and I spent winter hours on the pasture hills, finding the most dangerous and fastest descents. If that wasn’t enough, we would hook a string of sleds behind the tractor and whip them up and down our quarter-mile-long driveway. It’s a wonder nobody died.
My softball glove—but it’s not for sale because I still have it and use it occasionally.
A lot of homemade dresses; we didn’t get to wear pants to school until I was in 9th grade—and then, just on Fridays. Finally, in high school, we got to wear jeans my senior year. That was a big deal! For sale: my first pair of fashion-y jeans (before name brand jeans) that zipped up the back—really cheap! Also, smocks were big. I’d sell a dozen of them for 10 cents each!
Last: I had a collection of horse statues—my passion was horses. That would go CHEAP, cheap, cheap.
I wasn’t as much into stuff, actually, as lots of people. I didn’t get to collect records like my friends did because my mom thought rock music was sinful.
I had a lot of books—those I still have, and the price is too high for a garage sale. I don’t think I’ve ever thrown a book away. ACK. Maybe I should have a sale.
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