The Grocery Store Dream

I had big dreams as a kid.

Being an Olympic swimmer would have been ideal. Having the strength to pin my older brother to create a turn of events in our wrestling matches was always a goal.  Getting chased by a herd of boys on the playground was a nice thought. And I could never stop thinking about “accidentally” getting locked in a grocery store overnight.

Ahhh, yes. Having access to an unlimited supply of goodies in a situation where stealing isn’t considered theft, it’s basic survival – especially when pertaining to a growing child.

It was all planned out. The top of the freezers in our small-town grocery store would provide the perfect hideout until the store closed. At that time my siblings and I would climb down and begin our evening, which would consist of fruit snacks, chocolate milk, beef jerky and Doritos. Nobody would complain when I’d sift through the boxes of Lucky Charms and only eat the charms because they’d have their own.  No fights would start over mining through a half gallon of cookie dough ice cream and only eating “the good stuff” because each of my siblings would be doing the same thing. Best of all, our mother wouldn’t be able to give us a buzz-kill reminder that we’d get a “gut ache” if we ate four king-sized Snickers in a row.

Once we were full, we’d form teams and put on our gear: mixing bowl helmets, cake pan guards and sponge kneepads. We’d set up an obstacle course with pop case hurdles, toilet paper pyramids and a milk jug weaving course.  After coating the floor with dish soap, the games would begin. First on the agenda would be an egg fight, followed by licorice-whipping wars, muskmelon bowling and finally a contest to see who could stand barefoot in the freezer the longest. The winning team would get the trophy – the giant cookie left in the bakery window that night.

After the games ended, we’d pass out in a pile of marshmallows and wait for someone to rescue us.

Then, when morning came, everyone in our little town would be relieved that the Stoneburner kids were okay and sympathetic that we “had” to spend an entire night in the grocery store.  The store owner would align a community-wide pizza party with inflatable games, magicians and Shirley Temple drinks to make up for his mishap of locking four young children in the store for a night and the entire event would go down in history.

Sadly, despite explaining my splendid plan to my mother, she never agreed to leave the store without us.

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4 Responses

  1. Did Nutella exist back then? I know members of my family who would spend the entire evening consuming this one product.

    Your dream reminds me of the childhood book, From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler by E.L. Konigsburg in which a pre-teen girl and her brother live for weeks in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York.

    Egyptian mummies or the grocery store freezer case? Hmm. Those little exotic packages of uber expensive ice-cream sure look good . . .

    Nice post — well written and funny.

    1. snoop

      This grocery lock-in scheme seems to have been thought out rather extensively… from the detailed planning to the part where you “reap the rewards of success!”…this all leads me to believe that you are moonlighting as an area criminal of sorts. JUST TELL ME I’M WRONG!

  2. Travis

    Its tough believe that your mom wouldn’t go for the whole “Never-Never Grocery Land” with the Stoneburner kids all playing the role of Peter Pan at the store. I never had thoughts about being locked in a store as a kid, but this article has made this 26 year old day dream of an ultimate adventure at a local Cold Stone Creamery. Great Story!

  3. I dreamed of being an Olympic Gold Medal winner like Bruce Jenner (1976), but nothing quite as elaborate as your Grocery Store Dream! I agree with “Snoop” that there may be a criminal lurking in your subconscious, just waiting to be set free.

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