Mister Corey's Toy Shop

I am grateful to Mister Corey for showing me the beauty of what it was to be a boy. The toys he sold me taught lessons I needed to become a man. He saw some of the things I bought tended toward war. Tanks and soldiers I played with constantly, not noticing a potential future cost to society. He would gently invite me to other parts of his store, encouraging me to explore other ways to have fun which did not involve a gun. And somehow he knew my birthday was in September. He knew that little boys were not aware of the horror that war could be, but were enamored of glory. I remember... Mister Corey was always very nice to me.