This morning on the radio the announcer said it's National Bubble Gum Day. Woohoo! So for all you gum chewers out there, have a bubbleriffic day. I'm not so big into gum, but I thought I'd take some time this morning to reflect on gum stories from my past. So without further ado:
The Driveway Incident: I don't remember the actual event, but apparently something big went down in my house because my father still has a note I wrote to him. It reads, "Dear Daddy, I didn't put the gum in the driveway."
Forbidden Gum: In 7th grade science class I was chewing a piece of gum, which was strictly forbidden. The teacher, Mr. Hrbek, could smell it and asked me to open my mouth. I had pushed the gum to the roof of my mouth like a retainer, so he didn't see it. After class, he saw me blow a bubble and I heard him say to Mr. Samosky, the other science teacher, "Wow, she's good." I was proud of myself.
Bubblegum machines: I was always fascinated by the white gumballs in gum machines. For some reason they reminded me of VW Beetles. To this day, whenever I see a Beetle, I think gum.
Bazooka: Bazooka= my sister Betsy.
My favorites: If you asked me as a kid what my favorite gums were, I'd say grape Bubble Yum, Razzles and cherry Bazooka. Freshen Up was good, too. It was the gum that goes "Squirt!"
What are some of your favorite gum memories?
1 comment:
The little note your father kept is so precious. Thanks for such a sweet thought to end my day on. I enjoy your blog. Seems to me 'candy people' are some of the best.
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