Walking through the store during the holiday season I was mostly annoyed by all the people who hadn’t finished their Christmas shopping during the Black Friday or Cyber Monday craziness.
I thought everybody was done.
The other part of me was stressed out that I had run out of Cheerios and Goldfish Crackers and my daughter was so not interested in running errands.
And then I saw it … and something happened. I took a field trip back in time and all the annoyances of 2012 had disappeared as I was revisiting the early eighties. The Snoopy Sno-Cone Machine … there it was sitting on the shelf and I couldn’t believe it.
I smiled as I remembered cranking the lever so that the shaved ice would pop out of the front of the house.
I smiled as I remembered using the small paper cups to catch all the shaved ice.
I smiled because I remembered squeezing the plastic snowman so that the sweet artificial fructose corn syrupy tasty concoction would cover the entire cone.
I did this for about two years … even when it rained, even after I lost the red shovel, even after the snowman’s red hat disappeared, even after all the small paper cups ran out.
Awesome childhood memories.
I looked at the box for a minute and then put it in the cart.
Hoping to rekindle the joy.