I remember buying my first beanie baby from this place. I must have been about 5 or 6 years old. My Grandma had just started as a bus driver around that time, and I remember her telling me about that new craze as I was walking out to my own bus. I’m pretty sure she gave me the money to buy my first one. I was her oldest Grandbaby so I don’t think she minded treating me every so often. I ended up getting Teddy, a brown bear. I actually still have him – AND in one piece, thankyouverymuch. But he started my childhood obsession. By the time I was ten years old, I had over 250 beanie babies. I obviously don’t have all those any longer. I definitely ran out of space. I figured they’d do better with another child, rather than sitting in boxes. I mean, I hope some little kid is enjoying them as much as I did.
This is a locally owned business, and I’m surprised its still there. It went through a rough patch some years back. Luckily, the locals still give it enough business, which is weird because I hardly ever see cars in the parking lot. I haven’t been inside for years, but I’d imagine that most of their merchandise is handmade by Island residents. We have a few stores that reserve space for that sort of product. I don’t know how well they do, but it has to be enough to keep making their stuff. Maybe I should try that..
Anyway, my mom used to love this store. Obviously, I’d have to tag along when she went shopping for things she didn’t need. She wouldn’t let me look around with her. She’d make sure I didn’t touch anything. She’d make sure I didn’t move. I’d sit in a corner until she was ready to leave. Not that anyone would have taken me, but that memory is incredibly boring.
dead girl swimming 