As a kid, I don't think there was a store I loved visiting more than Toys 'R' Us.
Now before I start waxing on poetically about visiting a retail institution whose sole purpose was to perpetuate the notion that I needed things to be happy and separate my parents from their money as a result, I want to say that I get all that. I understand it. But what I also understand is that I loved being there. I didn't even expect to go home with any toys most of the time.
In fact, some of my best memories of the place have nothing to do with bringing home toys themselves, but refusing to go in the car when my mom said it's time to leave, playing hide-and-seek in the aisles. Even when I wasn't in the store, but waiting at home patiently for my older brother to return from a Toys 'R' Us with my dad. I thought he was getting a Super Nintendo, but no, he opted for a Sega Genesis instead. I lived the lie of enjoying that console, pretending to prefer it over SNES for years, but deep down inside, I knew the truth. I didn't blame Toys 'R' Us for his failing as an older brother, I blamed him, because Toys 'R' Us could do no wrong.