Beaumaris
I
left behind my office desk and ventured out into the wilderness more commonly
known as “outside” yesterday. This endeavour was intended to give me a little
fresh air, introduce me to potential clients, and allow me to see that the sky
is still blue and the grass is still green. That’s how often I go out these
days as I’m so busy trying to build up business; you know what it’s like.
As I walked around casually taking in the scenery I ventured up a side street and accidentally fell upon what has to be one of the most delightful little shops for young children I’ve ever come across. It felt like I’d entered another world, and what really impressed me was that unlike one of those larger stores you find on industrial estates, the owner had clearly taken time to arrange everything in such a way that it made walking around it a real pleasure. Long eared cloth bunnies sitting prettily on brightly coloured shelves, long legged clowns peeking out from the side of a cupboard, rocking horses and books and sweet candy coloured petticoats all in a row. There were shelves of books and animal cars, stacks of brightly coloured clothes and knitted elephants. And what I absolutely loved were the animal shaped bicycle helmets. It made me want to be the mother of a small child again and I don’t say that often.
It made me reminisce about
my own childhood; those bygone days when toys were toys and you were less
likely to plonk the kids in front of the TV, and children were forced to use
that mysterious thing they call “the imagination.”
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