The Toy Room

Walk in the back door of my childhood home and head straight downstairs.
Take a left.
A curtain separates 2014 and time stopped.

It’s the Toy Room.

Shelves layered with games, gadgets, dolls and such.
Items that have been played with and loved by a few generations of happy children.

Barbie is there.
She might be a bit tired and worn.
She could use a new hairdo.
But, her salon is there too.  Problem solved.

The Weebles ?
Yep.  They still wobble.

Fisher Price people, school and houses call the toy room home.
Imagination lives there too.

There are more than toys in the toy room these days.

A stereo, an old tv.
Hunk posters, ice skates, train tracks, a Benji  lunch box. 
It’s an antique lover’s dream and a wonderful trip down memory lane.

My family and I had so much fun in that room.
Before it was the toy room it was the part of the basement used for birthday parties.
Before we had an air conditioner, if a summer day made it too hot upstairs, we’d have dinner in that part of the basement.
We once got a trampoline for Christmas and it was set up and jumped on in the toy room.

Eventually, Dad added a bedroom downstairs when our upstairs became too occupied 
Yes. The intercoms are still there.
Yes. They still work.
Oh, the conversations that were had on those ‘ for emergencies only’ intercoms.

Friends who know of the toy room occasionally ask, wonder, reminiscence.
Newcomers who have never experienced look around in awe.

I know one day we will have no choice but to clean, organize and part with the toy room.
I don’t want to think about that day right now.
Right now I’m thinking memories.

Happy.
Pure happy.

🙂