DAY 8 – CHOCOLATE
Whenever I think of chocolate, I think of my grandfather. (Warning, this story is a bit weird.)
When I was a little kid in Brooklyn, every afternoon Grandpa would take me to the park. We’d always stop at the candy store before we entered to get my candy of choice- chocolate cigarettes.
They came in flat, translucent plastic cases, shaped just like the grown up’s. I’d open the box to find 10 paper-wrapped cigarettes that I would drag out eating over the hours we’d spend at the park.
Grandpa and I would feed the ducks. Talk. Then walk. Sit and feed the squirrels. Then talk some more. He was the best listener around, and this 4-year old thought he was the coolest because he let me smoke!
Told ya it was weird; can you imagine, they actually made CHOCOLATE cigarettes for kids way back then! :0)