Hi my name is Righty.

My name is Lefty and this is our story.

We used to be owned by a 12 year old boy named Wilbert. 

Our journey started off in the corner of Wilbert's closet. 

We had been outgrown and forgotten. 

It had been years since we last saw the sun or stepped on a piece of gum.  The days were long and dark.

Until one day, we see Wilbert scouring through the closet to come get us out!

This was our moment!

At last we should finally be worn again. 

Or so we thought….

We were thrown into a box that said “Donations” on the side of it.

We ended up at The Thrift store.

Forgotten and now abandoned…..

Still, there was new hope. Maybe some other boy will pick us up and we’d be worn again.

We have almost made it a year here.

The seasons past and this only meant one thing.

The owner of the Thrift shop got rid of unsold things after a year. 

The next day, we were thrown into a dumpster.

Old, dirty and stinky. How could anyone want us?

Of course we were thrown into a dumpster.