Have you ever walked into a toy store and felt a rush as your mind mentally travels back in time to when you where a child ?
A sudden overflow of childhood memories, laughter, falls, fears and timeless mental snapshots as your eyes scan the different toy sections.
The words:
I remember
Ages ago
when I was
once
I used to
All become word transactions between your sentences as you rant along loudly and eagerly.
Just like the 8 year old boy that’s jabbering on ever so excitedly with a Cheshire cat grin on his face while he sits on the toy store floor legs, stretched out flat in front of him, while a sales assistant helps him strap up the coolest Rollerblades ever..
Wait a minute..
I know that boy.
That wasn’t any 8 year old boy!!
That WAS me.
I literally was sitting flat on the floor and like a child insisted I had to had to had to try on the Rollerblades. The sales assistant managed to get my tiny feet into the last pair, a size 34/35.. I managed to pull a Cinderella!!
That’s what happens to me when I enter a toy store !!
I know I’m a grown woman, that works a respectable professional serious job.. But I am still a child deep within! And if any one of you denies the true child in them.. then read the title again and you’ll know you still are :)
Anyways moral of the story..
If you wanna little lift me up… A laugh… Or just a good time.. Visit a toy store when you get a chance to..
For continuous amusement and joy.. Simply surround yourself with kids…
P.s. No matter how much you say you hate kids… We all know you really don’t ;)
