I’ll always remember Toys R Us as Santa’s showroom.
When it was reported late last month that the last of the chain’s toy stores was closing, I was surprised at how much it bummed me out.
It felt like a gut punch, actually. Not to be over-dramatic, but it felt like a part of our kids’ childhood had been wadded up and thrown away. Heck, I remember shopping Babies R Us for infant car seats and onesies before our first child was born.
When our boys – now 16 and 11 – were younger, we’d make several trips a year to Toys R Us at Hamilton Place or in Hixson to examine the merchandise, especially in the weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Convincing the boys to stay off the bikes and out of the electric cars was a major challenge.
The big-box stores – such as Walmart and Target – were our go-to places for friends’ birthday parties. But Toys R Us, with its miles of aisles, was definitely the place to go to assemble a letter to the North Pole.
