for some reason last night as I was trying to fall asleep I started thinking about Mr. Wilson’s store that used to be in downtown Lawrenceville.  Do yall remember him?  That place was the awesome!  My best friend, Tanaya, and I would go there at the end of every summer to get our supplies for the upcoming school year.  We were always so excited to go in there.  It was an old as dirt store and I think Mr. Wilson was even older, but there was stuff EVERYWHERE!  And for some reason that was thrilling to me.  We would buy all kinds of things and most of them were like 10 cents a piece.  Checking out was the best part though.  No matter how much or how little we spent Mr. Wilson would always slip a few extra things for us in the bag.  A cool pencil or a cute little notepad.  I’m sure he did this for everyone, but it always made us feel so special.  It was like the prize in a happy meal…except way better.  We would sprint to the car so we could look inside the bag and closely examine our free prize. 

Mr. Wilson died a while ago and the store closed not too long after that.  I wish it was still around.  There was a whole other side to the store that had all kinds of antiques and stuff in it.  Of course as a child I could have cared less about going into that part of the store…and I’m sure Darlene made sure I didn’t go over there either since I wasn’t the most graceful kid in the world.  But I would love that part of the store now.  My mom knows a lady who owns another shop on the square and she actually has a few things from Mr. Wilson’s that she was able to get before it closed.  My mom bought me some of it and I love it!  It’s cute stuff, but mostly I think I just love that it reminds me of my childhood and fun times with my bff.  I am so blessed to have a best friend that I’ve known literally since the day I was born.  Those kinds of friends are the best…you know the ones that have known you longer than you can remember.  Cause they just get you.  They understand who you are and why you are that way.  And they understand why Mr. Wilson’s was so cool without you having to say a word:)