This is a quaint little sight I see on my drive to and from work. I don't think The Little Store is still in business. I know the area around the store has expanded with housing and businesses. I will once in awhile stop and sit in the parking lot. I'll try to picture The Little Store back in it's heyday.
There's a small hill just behind the back of The Little Store, it's a paved road now but I imagine back then it was a dirt road or maybe just a path that lead to a small ranch house with a white picket fence and a small swingset outside. I imagine the little kids with their brown paper bags full of Bazooka Joe gums and licorice and all sorts of candied treasures they purchased with their dollar bills that they got for weekly allowance. I imagine them sitting on their porch swing talking and laughing after they're fun trip to The Little Store.
I imagine a father stopping by The Little Store on his way home from work to pick up some bread for dinner. I imagine him being on a first name basis with the owner of The Little Store. I imagine them talking about their families and their lives. I imagine them laughing and remembering the good old days.
I love The Little Store it always takes me back to simpler times.