I don’t know anyone who didn’t love the escalator as a kid.
There’s something about going up and down on that moving staircase – it feels like an amusement park ride
when you’re small.
I remember my older cousins taking me on the escalator over
and over again while our moms did some Christmas shopping. Before long, I became the older one, holding my baby brother’s hand as we rode up and
down together.
Twenty years later, there’s a new little hand to hold. But
the ride is still the same.
Hubs, Quinn and I went to the mall a couple weekends ago in
search of new shoes for Mommy (more on that later), and we arrived a little too
early. This is how we killed time waiting for the stores to open.
At the top and bottom of each ride, Q asked “Again?”
Of course, kiddo. We can go again.
Linking up with the fabulous Alison from Writing, Wishing and Gailt from These Little Waves for their monthly
Memories Captured Series. {See other Memories Captured posts.}
