Does anyone else miss Starburst Fruit Twists? Or Reese’s Crunchy Cookie Cups Miniatures? Or Sprite Remix? Or the early ’90s when diabetes hadn’t been discovered yet? And on the not-so-sweet (read that: Atlantic-level-salty) side of that coin are dreams of Keebler O’Boisies and Munch ’ems.
I have wonderfully sour-cream-and-oniony memories of car trips as a child. I don’t remember where we went. I just remember the Munch ’ems. And I remember that my mom shared with me, even though I knew she didn’t want to. No one would have. But she’s one o’ the great’ns, my mom.
Mickey’s Parade Ice Pops. PB Max. Crispy M&M’s. Oh, and Shark Bites. The great whites were well worth my dentist’s disappointed-in-you-Tim sighs.
What am I missing?
Once Written, Twice Wry 