there’s something so bittersweet about being an age regressor in a toy store. Going down aisles and carefully tracing the packaging of all these different playsets and dolls. All of the things I never got to play with as a child.
Yearning so terribly to pull open these colourful boxes and play to your heart’s content. Choosing my favourite little figure and walking them from room to plastic room. Mind fizzing with ideas and games.
But instead i stand apprehensively, are people staring at me? Do they think it’s weird that I’m here? I put the box down, even when a kindly worker approaches and asks if I need any help finding what I need today.
“Oh sorry no it’s not for me, it’s for my baby sibling.”
Every time.