They would take the bus from Gramma’s apartment
to the transit station and get on a train.
The train would take them to the center of the city.
They would have a fine time shopping and having lunch.
The only thing was
Gramma always wanted to take the escalator
to go up and down in the stores.
Gramma didn’t like elevators because
they made her stomach go flip-flop.
They sometimes made the little girl’s stomach flip-flop.
But she still wanted to take the elevator.
Escalators were boring; just stairs that moved.
Elevators were magical.
The elevator doors open and there is a little room.
You get in the little room and the doors close.
The little room goes up or down…you tell it which way to go.
When the elevator doors open again you are in a different place.