The lady at the thrift shop loaded my books into an old, worn paper grocery bag. In the world of recyclable plastic bags (with handles), it's been years since I've been up-close with a brown paper bag.
I would've thought nothing of it, except for the smell. A whiff of that distinctive scent brought back memories of days running around with a paper bag on my head, doctored up with markers & scissors to be a knight's helmet, a monster mask, or a space helmet. Recollections were recovered of helping mom unload groceries, or cutting up sacks to "light-proof" the windows in my basement bedroom.
Then I was home, and the bag sits on the floor for Destiny to play with when she gets home.