Thinking of that store hits me with the type of nostalgia that feels kind of funny. It’s a happy memory but one I wish I could go back to and experience all over again.
I remember taking my kids to see the Easter Bunny. We were able to snap a few good pictures through the years, but more than not, the kids were scared of the bunny and refused to sit on his lap. I sort of get it. This bunny in New Jersey was scarier for more reasons than just how he looked.