![]() ![]() ![]() I had to have it all, and though I don't remember getting much there (my parents didn't spoil me rotten, which I've only begun to appreciate recently) it was the place many of my childhood dreams first formed. , and - in the summertime - the Super Soakers. I couldn't wait to walk down those aisles admiring the action figures, the Lego sets, the Nerf guns, the mesmerizing Toy stores were my favorite places in the whole world growing up, and Toys R Us was the mecca. ![]() He took the box from me, looked it over, gave me a suspicious "thanks," and then trudged off with it, presumably to return it to the shelf. I presented the damaged goods to a sullen teenage clerk, hopefully. The corner of its cardboard box had been crushed, and another part of it punctured by something. pickup truck that turned into a plane (pretty sure it was the main bad guy's vehicle). I thought I'd hit pay dirt with a M.A.S.K. The next time I went, I scoured the shelves for a toy with a scuffed up box. It had literally everything in every super specific line of cartoon-adjacent plastic crap that I was obsessed with. You have to have that particular car or jet or robot. When you're a kid, you're into really specific things and the next best thing isn't good enough. Because it was the only place that stocked all the stuff I loved. We'd go to some little town on holiday in Devon or Scotland somewhere and my mum, desperate to keep me amused, would go, "Ooh, look, a toy shop! Let's go in." And I just knew it wouldn't be as good as Toys R Us. It was a special trip to go there because it was just off the motorway in the middle of this gigantic rainswept car park. Toys R Us was pretty new when I was a kid - it only launched in the UK in the mid-80s. Her hair became a tangled mess around that twirly thing on the top of her head. ![]()
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