A Little Gift for the Kids
July 18, 2008
When I was in third grade I went to Catholic school for a year. After school every day I would walk with a bunch of my friends to a nearby child care place where we would run around and make trouble until our parents came to get us. Honestly, I don’t remember what we used to do in those few interim hours. It was a shockingly long walk that included crossing railroad tracks and a busy intersection.
We would walk by a little candy store on the way. My mother used to give me 26 cents. With that I could buy a piece of candy. A huge gobstopper, a large pixie stick, or a ring pop were my typical purchases. But every once in awhile I would pool my money with another friend and we would buy a box of bubble gum cigarettes.