Friday, July 20, 2012
Finding a Publisher by B.C. Brown
I don't like popcorn. In any of its forms. Unless I'm starving or broke, popcorn is not a food selection. So why is it that my childhood memories include walking to the store to buy Cracker Jacks by the arm full? Looking back on those memories, I've searched for the answer, to see if I ate this food. What I remember is carting home my bundle, anticipation bubbling in my tummy; sitting down in my grandma's bedroom; tearing all the tops open prior to looking at their contents; and, finally, handing them off to my cousin whose store loot consisted of chocolate and fruit-flavored sugar. So what was the purpose of me buying the caramel popcorn if I was handing it off? Simple. I bought it for the prize.