Fond Childhood Memories vs Brutal Adult Reality

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. 😔

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