Six Years Old

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Life’s a Candy Store.”You get to be a 6-year-old kid again for one day and one day only — plan your perfect 24 hours. Where do you go, what do you do, and with whom?

When I was a little kid I dreamed I was in a candy store with my mom, dad and my little brother. I was enchanted by the beauty of everything — there were toys, beautiful dolls (all with long, flowing dresses) and other wonders I’d never seen before. Lost in the enchantment, I didn’t notice that my family had gone. When I did notice, they were already a block or more down the street.

It was a corner store, with a bell on top of the door (1950s America). I ran out the door and down the street. I was wearing my favorite shoes from back then, red leather with a double T-strap, and my little blue-gray coat and fur-trimmed hat. I called to them but they didn’t turn around. Finally, my dad stopped. He came back to talk to me, kneeling down so we were face to face.

“Martha Ann, the candy store is for you. It’s not for mom, Kirk or me. We’re going where we have to go,. You to go back to the candy store and enjoy it. Look at all the beautiful things and don’t worry about us. I love you very much.” He kissed me, turned me around and sent me back.

I walked slowly back to the candy store in my dream. When I turned around, dad had caught up to mom and Kirk. They held hands and continued on the sidewalk.

Of course, as a little kid, I woke up feeling abandoned and unloved, but as the years have unfolded, I realize that dream was not a nightmare. It was the image of my future. They did walk down the sidewalk and I am still in the candy store. I figure since they put me here, I should do what my dad told me — enjoy it and appreciate its beauty.


And, the most beautiful candy store of all is in Zürich.

8 thoughts on “Six Years Old

    • Mine were just like them — little red Buster Browns. I was surprised to find a picture. I loved them — but by the time I was six, I’d graduated to saddle shoes, still, in the dream, I wore these. 🙂

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