So I rummaged some more for clothes that have managed to elude me and hide with my parents’ clothing, and I found my childhood jean jacket that I wore from grades 1 through 3.
My late aunt gave it to me, and I loved it because it had a secret pocket for my diary key and candy, and I always thought that if I ever get into a Goonies-esque adventure, this for sure, was the jean jacket that I’d wear in that case.
I put it on and it still fits. I can’t quite button it, and the sleeves are short, but it looks like those expensive cropped jean jackets that cost over $100 in Lucky magazine. What a score!