My name is Jenn, and I'm a 27 year old married and babied chick. In addition to a husband, a seven year old daughter, and a five year old autistic son, I also have four cats, three hermit crabs, two frogs, a few fish, and one snorty little Pug. I work from home doing a variety of writing and even some web design. I love blogging, digital photography and web design.
When I was a kid, my mom would take me to a large flea market almost every Sunday. We would buy bottles of juice, popcorn and soft pretzels, and walk around the huge market that was set up in a corner of a mall’s parking lot. While I don’t remember everything that we bought there, I do remember a few good finds, including a pair of roller skates, a purple scooter, an orange scooter, some outdoor toys, a few kids’ videos and several video games for my SEGA Genesis.
Now it’s probably been over ten years since I have been to a flea market. Actually, it’s more like twelve years. I remember the very last time I was at one: the morning after I got my period for the very first time. I remember this because I got my period on a Saturday afternoon. That evening we went to my grandparents’ house for dinner. Then we went out for dessert. Then we went to an all night Wal-mart. Sometime around 3:30am we went for breakfast. And at 5am, on our way home, exhausted, we stopped at a flea market. I think I found a purse and a few necklaces.
I bet today’s flea markets would be a little different. Instead of boxes of junk, telephone lines and coaxal cable, we’d find boxes filled with Cat5e patch cable, computer pieces, and old routers and adapters. 
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