Personal Narrative: Working At A Local Trift Shop

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In my sophomore year in high school, my parents wanted me to get a job, but for a 15 year-old that wasn’t so easy. Most of the places didn't hire kids my age. Consequently, I occupied myself by volunteering at the local thrift shop. When I started, I was just a naive kid who didn’t think much about life outside of sports and high school. The thrift shop was my first real solo ride into the adult world.

I would stand behind a donation desk with my co-worker Eleanor, an elder women in her 90s. My main job was to carry the donations from the desk to the storage room and then sort them. My role at the shop was very important, owing to the fact that I was the only one in the store physically capable of performing it. The task was easy enough for