My Adventure Into the Stone Building

Most kids would think that it would be pretty cool if their parents owned a grocery store – I did. Most kids would think that having all this stuff would be great – I did. But most kids don’t know where all the extra products are kept when the store is full – I do. This is the story of how I ventured into the depths of the stone building and lived to tell about it.

My parents have had their grocery store since before I was born. When I was old enough I would spend my long afternoons with my father and help out where I could. Our afternoons consisted of going to the bank, paying bills, and purchasing products to be sold at our store.

One busy afternoon at the store, my mother received a phone call from an out-of-town customer who informed they needed their usual order of six crates of noodles. I covered every inch of my parents store and there was no way these crates were in the store. So I asked myself where were we going to get them?

As my father and I made our way down a bumpy gravel road, there it was, the longest building I’ve ever seen. It must’ve stretched at least two blocks. I got out of the truck and stood at the mouth of the structure, marveling at its vastness.

We both made our way up a flight of steps that looked like decaying teeth, leading us inside the beast. Right away an open-caged elevator that was big enough to fit two dancing elephants greeted us. Nervously I entered into the rickety fenced-in box and waited to go up. Unexpectedly the elevator not only slid down one floor, not two, but three floors down the layered brick throat of the building before we finally came to a stop. My father opened the enormous gate and I could see that we had reached the not-so-inviting depths of the building. The unusually wide intestine-like hallways were littered with enormous doors that had padlocks.

There was a strange, musty odor that lingered heavily in the air. The smell eventually became bearable when my curiosity of which door we were to open overtook my senses. Further and further I followed my father. Finally we stopped at a vibrant green door. He unlocked the padlock as I hid behind him because I didn’t know what to expect.

To my surprise there were mountains of containers lining the walls of the room. In some places there were boxes that reached up to the ceiling. The belly of the monster had nothing more than just boxes. My father had made his way over to the far corner of the room and found what we came to get. It was then I realized the building wasn’t as scary as I thought. Since I’ve been to the stomach of the beast I no longer fear what it really was – just a warehouse.

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