Childhood's End: A Farewell to Toys "R" Us
I suspect it is precisely this way for many fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters too.
My wife won't allow me to post photos of Joel on the Internet yet, but I do have a photo of him there on the final visit, and it is a little sad, to tell the truth. He is an eleven year old boy standing in the center of largely empty aisles, looking somewhat downcast at the state of the store.
We actually had an opportunity to go back one more time after that, a few weeks ago, and Joel didn't want to go back. He said he would rather remember the store the way it was, than see it at the very end, "cannibalized" in his words.
And that he would never take his son to Toys R. Us.
And that a generation of American kids would grow up without a place, in every state and city, devoted just to them; reminding them how important they are, and how much they matter to us, and our posterity.
I'm not ready for Toys R. Us to go. To coin a phrase: "I don't wanna grow up."