
Here I am riding in the replica L.S. Ayres holiday train. Next time this thing stops, I'm driving.
Now that I am five years old--a whole hand, as it were--I see the world in a different light. Sometimes, it's the nightlight as I try to read in bed long past my bedtime, in clear defiance of my parents. Sometimes it's the light from the oven, as it cooks my delicious chicken nuggets. Sometimes it's the light coming from my new Star Wars Clone Turbo Tank; how does one brush his teeth without the accompaniment of a Clone Turbo Tank?
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Tell you Daddy--he is dating himself with the L.S. Ayres train. I'm sure Grandma would have lots of good stories about the train and the store.
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