Thursday, November 20, 2008
Magic Stairs
That's what my 3-year-old calls an "escalator."If I dare mention going to the mall, he gets excited. Not to shop. But to ride the magic stairs.I've never understood his interest in the escalator. It goes up...it comes down. No music. No fast-paced amusement thrill. Yet, we ride it anyway. Even when we don't need to.His interest in the magic stairs reminds me of when I was a child.I loved going to the Buster Brown shoe store. I was fixated with the statue of Buster Brown that was actually a helium tank for balloons., and the spout came out of his mouth. I wanted new shoes all the time, and it made my day to make the trip to Muncie where the store was located.Knowing this, we ride the magic stairs. Again and again.And one more time.
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4 comments:
Hi Deb -
How funny! I grew up in Muncie and remember the Buster Brown helium tank too. It's still there! I drive the two hours back home to take both my little girls there. (they have extra wide feet)
Take care.
That's funny how Hayden loves the escalator. I used to make my boys afraid of it by saying if they didn't get off in time, it would suck them underneath. I know, My Bad Mom! Hey, it kept their attention and kept them from playing around on it.
Where did you find the photo???
Love the memories of walking to the top of the stairs like it was such a challenge...then Mom would pinch our toes to see if the shoes fit...
Justin went as a child too...
We plan on taking Jackson!
Love ya,
Kristen
That is one scary photo of Greg!
Dawn
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