I donated about two hundred and eighty books from my "coulda, shoulda, woulda wish I hadda" library.
I had kept them from the time my kids were four and two and the older was too old to sleep in the same room with the younger. I had my music room and library well started, but life is life.
I held on to them thinking that maybe, some day ...
It was a tough task to get through. I figure I have been "miser" long enough though and the local public library can do more with these treasures than I can do watching dust collect on the boxes I stored them in.
I feel good and bad.