This is not my own, but some vicarious pleasure I enjoyed from someone else: I ran some errands today (despite being Dec. 31, the weather is absolutely gorgeous -- sunny and in the low 50s, but a crisp dry 50s, not the damp chill you usually get around here), and I was in a fine mood being out in such weather, and before doing my "boring" errands (groceries, etc.) I decided to stop at the neighborhood Goodwill to see if they had anything cool. I found a couple of very lovely garments, but they are not why I'm posting: when I got in line to pay, the people being checked out at the cashier were two women and a little girl somewhere between five and seven. (The women were likely a mom/grandma or mom/aunt combo). I knew checkout would take awhile because each woman's shopping cart was literally brimful. The first item the cashier scanned was a large box shaped like a black-and-purple cartoon coffin, then the presumed mother handed the coffin to the little girl. Apparently, someone donated a collection of those "sexy teenage monster girl" dolls that were big a couple years ago -- either Monster High or a knockoff -- all crammed in the coffin carrying case, and the Goodwill sold the whole thing as a single item.
So while the cashier rang up and bagged all the other things the women bought, the little girl sat on the floor, removed the tape Goodwill had used to seal the coffin and apply the price tag (with the tape on you could open the box enough to get a glimpse of things inside, but not enough to add or remove anything -- IIRC the coffin held so much stuff it couldn't be properly closed all the way), and started going through her haul -- over half a dozen different dolls, plus clothes and various accessories.
I have personally experienced the thrift-store thrill of finding not just "something really cool," but "an entire collection or set of really cool things." But I did not discover thrift and other forms of secondhand shopping until I was an official legal adult; take the ecstatic thrill I've felt in such situations, multiply that by the far more intense joy little kids feel compared to grown-ups -- and that's what the little girl was emanating the whole time she sat there going through the contents of that huge coffinful** of toys which were now hers.
**Given my own personal proclivities, I am especially happy to see the younger generation play with such Gothy toys, as opposed to something a big pink boxful of Barbie stuff.
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