Harrison's Five and Dime

Harrison's Five and Dime, those wooden floors you had were so grand and creaky. Going up and down your small isles passing my time while checking out your shelves of fine goods. Coming to the toy soldiers, cowboys and indians which ones should I buy today, or maybe all of them. Spying the model cars and planes was a favorite of mine. Loved those jet planes, would play with them for hours. You really weren't a Five and Dime there were a lot of things in here way over a dime. We always just called you a dime store. Ben Franklin five and dime was your competitor, but I did most of my business with yor. Sometimes I bought me a comic or two or just some baseball cards, loved the smell the gum left on the cards that was still there many years later. Your store was a little kid's dream world after my mom gave me my money for my chores that I had done all week, i would go up there and spend hours until I found something I wanted. You're no longer there anymore like a lot of things are not here anymore, memories are still here and i will hold them in my heart until day I die. Written 8-15-11