The joys found through a lifetime of bargain hunting

I really like shopping and don’t mind working on something to get it going again. Here are a few stories from looking for a good deal.

My first bargain came about when I was seven years old. Making a deal, I ran into our house yelling to my mom that I needed a bag of carrots, she hollered back to look in the crisper. Trading a bag of carrots, I now had a red bicycle, what a trade. I was the envy of my little brother and sister. Of course my mother came out to see what all the yelling was about. She made me return the bike, and get the carrots back. Bummer!

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