Growing up my mom always took us to Bronco, a thrift shop right across from where we lived..I loved it,there was nothing like this back in Mexico.It was full of cool stuff and we always managed to get in trouble for moving everything!. After a while of living in the U.S. I got the memo from my peers that you shouldn't shop there "That was where the poor kids shopped" Well I was poor but I wasn't about to let them know. Of course as I got older everything embarrassed me, and being forced to shop there for clothes made me feel ashamed and very very sad for myself..WA!!! i was a big baby!... Today I can say proudly that I'm a thrifter! I go in there almost every week, to see what new treasures I can find...
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