Since moving back home for summer vacation, my mom and I have been cleaning out the shed behind our house for a church sale later in the summer.
I'm going through all my toys. I'm 22 years old and I've waited until now to get rid of all my toys: Beanie Babies, Polly Pockets, Barbie dolls, Bratz dolls, Winx Club dolls, and Littlest Pet Shop.
I tried going through my toys a few years ago, but after looking at my beloved Littlest Pet Shop pets, toy buildings, and accessories, I had a meltdown and cried. I couldn't let go of my childhood. I didn't want to grow up.
Now I try to tell myself, "Girl, it's time to move on." I admit, it's difficult. Getting rid of my toys means I've grown up, that I'm an adult. Looking at my toys, I miss the exciting, curious, wonder-filled life of childhood. Everything was easier back then. Giving up my toys feels like I'm giving that up as well.