By Brandon Turner
When I was a child, every Saturday morning was the same: Wake up early, pile into the minivan with my mom and three siblings, and start looking for garage sales! Yes. I was raised by a “garage sale mom.”
Because we didn’t have a lot of money, we bought nearly all of our clothes, furniture, toys, and pretty much everything else from someone who no longer wanted those items. And, let me tell you—my mom was the master at those sales. She knew how to find the coolest gadgets, toys, games, and appliances for pennies on the dollar. She could negotiate a 50-cent t-shirt down to 10 cents, and regularly did. She would even buy far more than we needed, just so she could resell those items at her own garage sales and make a profit to fund our family vacations.
