Past: I picked up this adorable little piggy bank on my family vacation to Orlando in July 1984. Still, I can remember pulling the dollar bills out of my red velcro wallet in the gift shop at the China pavilion at Epcot to pay for it with my own money.
For years, this piggy bank sat on my dresser, and then on my bookshelves in college. And then, it kind of went into hiding. The rubber stopper on the bottom had long since disentegrated and the joy of dropping a coin into the money slot was a thing of the past.
But I wasn’t ready to part with this rosy-cheeked piglet with the endearing smile. So I carried her from apartment to apartment and house to house—along with eight million other knicknacks—knowing someday I’d find her a new home.
Present: I posted this bank for free on Craigslist, along with a photo. Soon after, I received an e-mail from a woman (whose name also happens to be Holly) who thought that the bank was adorable and that the smile on the piggy reminded her of her husband. How charming! Right away, I knew this little piggy bank would be in good hands for many more years to come.
For years, this piggy bank sat on my dresser, and then on my bookshelves in college. And then, it kind of went into hiding. The rubber stopper on the bottom had long since disentegrated and the joy of dropping a coin into the money slot was a thing of the past.
But I wasn’t ready to part with this rosy-cheeked piglet with the endearing smile. So I carried her from apartment to apartment and house to house—along with eight million other knicknacks—knowing someday I’d find her a new home.
Present: I posted this bank for free on Craigslist, along with a photo. Soon after, I received an e-mail from a woman (whose name also happens to be Holly) who thought that the bank was adorable and that the smile on the piggy reminded her of her husband. How charming! Right away, I knew this little piggy bank would be in good hands for many more years to come.
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