Since I the first time I read Found Magazine (yeah, try NOT to spend hours looking at that), I have been meaning to send in my box of ‘special stuff’ that I found at a certain shitty job I worked at. I know, technically it’s called stealing, but it’s dumb stuff that isn’t sellable and is just considered garbage. One man’s trash…I happen to LOVE this kind of stuff. Part of the reason that I haven’t sent it in is because it’s just so hard to part with. Every time I look at the pile of photos, every time I read those letters, I start laughing and clutch them to my chest in joy. I’ve shown my Kangaroo shoe box of treasures to a few people, and after reading this website, it spurred me into sharing with the world.
I call this montage ‘cute kids’. When I first moved back to Toronto I planned on carrying a couple of them in my wallet and pretending that I’d squeezed out a couple puppies while in Windsor. There’s no way I could do that with a straight face, so I didn’t. Still, cute, huh?
These two, I wonder if they are bff. I also wonder what year these were taken, hard to guess.
They might be the same age as my sister. Sadly I was just a little too young for hair like this.
This is the greatest treasure of all time. I love this phone so much, holy, I can’t even tell you. I carried it around like a real cell phone for about a week but I got worried that it would rip, so I have it safe and sound. I especially love that there’s a price tag on the back. One cent? Cheap, even by today’s standards.
I have all these letters too, but I will save them for another day when I have nothing better going on.
Let this also be a gentle warning to anyone who has clothes ready to be donated: someone will be going through those pockets at the other end. They will find your pictures, your ticket stubs, your letters, your id and your money. Any and every thing will be found and looked at by someone who most likely doesn’t know you, love you or care about you. I’d had WAY more stuff from those days but some of it was too funny to bring home and got wrecked there and then (or confiscated by supervisors as was the case of the penis polaroid).
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I thought the black baby was yours and Luthers?
Shh!That would upset a LOT of people!!
the “mvp” picture is awesome. and the bff hair is priceless! i remember when i was in grade one, all the grade 8 girls at the bus stop had hair like that. i tried to copy them but i was not very good with a curling iron, and it came out all crimped and awful looking. the bus stop girls thought it was very cute that i tried though. i even had a little kids size adidas bag so i would look like them.
oh no!! I sent 5 huge bags to the charity shop last weekend, without checking any pockets LOL though I am pretty sure there wasn’t any penis pics.
All the women I worked with knew that I wanted whatever piece of personal crap they found, and a few of the pictures have been written on to personalize them for me. The MVP one says “Hi Caitlin it’s me Lucy, it’s 1978 and I’m at soccer camp. Call me!” Not that I miss working there, but I do miss a couple of the people!
I think the BFFs are sisters. Look at the noses and mouthes….that and they obviously used the same make up kit
You could be right, Em. They were found together in the same pocket after all.