I often find myself going to Dollar Tree and other dollar stores. There is nothing like wandering the isles on an evening after dinner. Do I want a bag of Cracker Jack tonight? I don't know.
The love of dollar stores dates back to when I was four years old, and, on Thursday Nights, my dad would take my brother and myself to Long John Silvers for dinner and then give us each a dollar to take to TG&Y. Being given a dollar to browse a larger than life store opened up wonder and imagination in my kid's mind. Even if that wonder only spawned the purchase of a squirt gun. Somehow, the thrill of the hunt is still alive in me at thirty-seven when I wander the isles. Still a kid, I guess.
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