I was digging way back in the cavernous depths of the back porch freezer today when I stumbled upon an ancient popsicle.
It was grape.
In one moment I was overwhelmed with the memories of the simple childhood joy of a grape popsicle on a hot day.
In the next I was being pummeled by the reality of being covered with sticky, purple goo – the carpet, my jeans, my shirt, my hands…
I almost got more of it ON me than I got IN me.
Which I now realize was also one of those fond childhood memories. If only I had a way to get hosed down by an adult before being allowed back into the house. 😔