Double Bubble

Tonight dessert consisted of a piece of banana-split-flavored Double Bubble gum. The jaw-breaking experience reminded me of those awesome days of youth – when my father would exclaim, “Quit chewing your gum like a cow chewing cud.”

There was an art to that chewing though, and it gained me accolades at bubble-gum blowing contests. Not once, but twice, I won bragging rights as the bubble-gum champion at camp. My parents were proud, taking out a full-page ad in the local paper touting my success. Stock was purchased in Bazooka Joe gum, and scholarships were assured. I had signings at the local grocery store by the candy counter. My sister was thrilled and continued to add to the gum chain she was folding so intricately. (That part is true.)

Ah yes, – fond memories and a sore jaw to cap off a crazy day.