I remember going to the big city for shopping and lunch. Me in the back seat excited to be going somewhere. We'd arrive and I knew we were some place special. The big buildings would welcome me. We'd walk through the double doors and there would be all the fancy things. The elevator doors would open unto the many floors. The one I loved was where we would have lunch. I think it was on the sixth floor. We'd have to walk past the fancy section. The one where I wasn't allowed to touch anything. Not even the counters. I'd stop and look and be so in awe of the details of the plates.
On the way home, I imagined that when I grew up I'd go back to that store and buy some of them. Of course, I never did live in that big city. I bought my dishes from our local store. Not as big or exciting as when I was a child but those memories still remain with me. That moment of knowing that those plates were special. They weren't ordinary. They were to be treasured.
~ JC ~
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