There was something special about Toys R Us. It wasn't the first toy store chain, and it certainly wasn't the only one, but every time my parents mentioned the name "Toys R Us," I would get so excited. Then, when those automatic doors opened, I would just start running. I didn't know (or care) where I was running; I just had an inner urge to sprint down every aisle to see all the toys before I started actually shopping. And when I say shopping, I mean grabbing as many toys as my little arms could carry and then begging my parents to buy at least two of them.
That was always the plan, at least. Somehow, I would always stop running the second I got to the video game aisle and I would just stay there the entire time, taking games off the rack and looking at the tiny screenshots on the back. Those were the days!