When I was younger, of course going to Toys R US was a treat; like a holiday with the best souvenirs just for me.
Beyond the actual toys, however, was this song from commercials. I mentally adopted it as a personal anthem. A permission to portray a Peter Pan, of sorts. I didn’t want to grow up, and in a sense, I haven’t.
I still look back fondly, often, at the few days we all spent together. The Pow wow, the parade, both monuments, even shopping. None of us wanted to part company at the end that final day when you escorted us