I went to the co-op yesterday and bought a popcorn ball. I abandoned all sense of decorum as I sat in the cafeteria eating it. There is, after all, no graceful way to eat a popcorn ball.
Sitting there with popcorn between my teeth and sticky lips and fingers, I was suddenly 8 years old again. I was transported to the front porch of the little white clapboard house I shared with my mom and brother. I could taste the sweetness of childhood.
A trip back in time for the price of a popcorn ball, now that's a bargain.
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