We all remember the creaky floors of that ol' dime store. And if I close my eyes, I think I can also recall the smell of the place, too.
Remember when ALL your photographs came back from the photo developers with a date printed in a white border that surrounded the picture?
When I was in first grade at St. Mary's, I got locked in the dime store. I'd go there to look at the toys & didn't notice that the lights went out. I was so short they didn't see me over the displays. When I went to leave, the doors were locked. Some people, who were waiting for a bus, notified a cop who called the manager to open the doors. The cop told me through the doors to take some candy, but I was too scared. He took me home & explained to my parents. Afterward, my uncles would call me "Dimestore Danny".
ReplyDeleteDan Nadolney
Greta story Dan!!!
DeleteThat's quite the story, Dan! It sounds like something from a movie or a TV show.
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