that would forever haunt me. Almost every Saturday we'd have our parents
drop us off at Ingram Park Mall and we'd basically run loose like little
heathens through what we thought (at the time) was paradise.
So I know what you're thinking...."What the hell kind of parents would
leave their 11 year old kid at INGRAM mall?" Well let me assure you that
13 years ago it was not that bad of a place...the biggest problem at the
time was adolescent boys in Jincos showing their underwear because they
couldn't invest in a belt.
We would spend hours roaming around, shopping at 5-7-9 (oh yeah, I
admitted it), eating at Luby's, and hitting up the candy store. This is
wear the problem began.
I don't have much of a sweet tooth, so while Meagan hit the chocolate
section, I would fill my Sweet Shop bag with sour belts, sour pouch
kids, and the occasional Jelly Belly. This was all fine and dandy until
one day I noticed a new addition to Meagan's candy bag....I asked what
she had and she responded..."CHOCOLATE COVERED GUMMY BEARS." I
pretended to gag and then made fun of her for having weird tastebuds.
Little did I know...
Later, while waiting for her dad on the couches in Dillards Home (this
was our normal pick-up position...the 3000 dollar couches were always
just so comfy) Meagan offered me a few of her sweet little chocolate-y
bears. With the "I'll try anything once" mentality, I bit into one.
The the rest is history. Sublime. Heaven. Ever since it has been one of
my favorite tastes in the world. I have been sneaking into that same
candy shop ever since, purchasing at least a 3 dollar handful every six
months or so. I am always nervous that they will go out of
business...or stop selling my little guys. That would be a travesty...I
mean, you can't buy them at Walgreens people! Everytime I bite a bear
head off, I am reminded of the little 11 year old shopper that I used to
be. Not much has changed. Except maybe the 5-7-9 thing.
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