Last June I was 23, seven months pregnant, and walking through a garage sale on Green Bay’s east side with $11 in my pocket. My boyfriend Marcus worked second shift at a paper mill, and we’d already spent our baby budget on the security deposit for a one-bedroom. I’ll be honest: I was there hoping someone would be too lazy to haggle. Then I saw it, a gray stroller, tags still on, with a $2 sticker on the handle.