Toy Store Trouble

Sometimes, I wish I could be a little kid again. Then I would have an excuse to linger in toy stores and want to buy everything. I could play Pokemon Cards with people. I could fight with fake swords and want light-up laser guns without anyone judging me. But I'm not a little kid anymore. So when I absent-mindedly wandered into a local toy store on my way to CVS today, I'm pretty sure the women watching me from behind the counter either thought that I was buying a gift for a younger relative or that I was an awfully strange college student.

It just brought back so many memories to be in a toy store. Legos. Playmobile. Pokemon cards. Stuffed animals. Nerf guns. Laser guns. Lightsabers. Dinosaur figurines. Stuffed R2-D2s. Hot Wheels. Spy gear. I suddenly had this explosion of nostalgia and wanted to buy all of the things I couldn't when I was seven years old and had no money. They had Pokemon decks! Giant eggs that hatched into just-add-water dinosaurs! Nerf guns that glowed in the dark. Fluffy stuffed animals with giant eyes.

It was all too much. I couldn't take it. I had to leave. My inner child was clamoring too loudly for me to get all of these things I definitely did not need. So I made do with getting my friend a birthday present (can you say Star Wars plushie?) and then moving on to CVS and Starbucks, where I actually intended to go.

I had to resist so hard just to leave the Pokemon cards on the shelf. Talk about ridiculous.