Day 287 of San Diego

I saved my grandpa's chest from being sold in the yard sale. However, it was bought by our neighbors. Once I realized how special the chest was, I wanted it back.

In the morning, I collected the money to give back to the neighbors. I told my parents I wanted to keep the chest in the family. Hell, it's my grandpa's chest before he joined the Army. It has some bumps and scrapes, but that doesn't bother me. I think it adds character. 

The neighbors understood why I wanted it back. They couldn't understand why my parents wanted it sold. And they sold it for $25. I'm pretty sure it's worth more than that... Yet I don't care if it's a million dollars. It's staying in the family.

I also kept an old medical kit that my grandpa probably used in the war. Maybe not... I don't know much of war items. It looks old. And military-like. It has crap in it. That looks old, too. 

The yard sale is on hold. We won't continue it until we find more things to sell. I may dig in my room to find unused coats or books to add to the next batch.

I'm definitely not selling or giving away any of my toys. <3