Thrill of magazines
I know this might sound sad, but I love magazine hunting. Absolutely adore it actually. There’s nothing quite like walking into a newsagent’s on the day your magazine is supposed to have come out, and finding it sitting there…
But much as I love hunting for magazines, nothing will ever be able to compare to the first time I went and found what I was looking for: what I simply had to have.
I remember the first time I went to find a radio control car magazine. That day at school I had seen someone else’s copy and marvelled at it. Then and there I had said to myself that as soon as I got out of school I would go and buy my own copy. Yes, oh yes: I would become a radio control car enthusiast!
Only it wasn’t there…I went through all the sections, before finding that, according to the shop assistant they were all sold out.
I was about to leave the shop, my eyes focussed through the windows on the running shop on the other side of the street, when I realized that the shop assistant was standing there smiling.
“Guess what I have,” she said, and pulled a magazine out. My magazine! The one I had been waiting for for at least 7 hours!
“It’s yours,” she said, and that was it. I paid her the money, thanked her – after I had told her off for being really mean – and became an enthusiast after all.
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