Funny how you remember the stupid parts of childhood…
I was in third grade and the teacher assigned each of us to imagine and create a brand new product. You could use something already in existence, but it had to be called something new and have a new purpose.
I was jonesin’ for some sour balls, so I made up some dumb idea about how you popped a sour ball in your mouth and a wish came true.
Whatever. The point is I was gonna get some candy out of this deal.
I figured the bags were pretty big, so I could hand out a couple per classmate, and they’d love me for it, but then I’d totally scarf down the rest of them myself.
My mom refused to get me those sour balls.
I begged, cajoled, and pleaded, but she didn’t see the sense in using real candy.
Do you know she made me take a box of buttons to school to use as my stupid Wish Whizzlers?
Oh yeah, I’m bitter.