Thursday, February 9, 2012

Bubble Gum

While my mom pays at the grocery cash, I am pulled like a magnet to the doorway where the gum-ball machines call out to me. The bright round balls of gum are nearly irresistible and I pray that the cashier returns some loose change to my mother.  This image reminds me of the feeling of being five years old again, hoping for that prize that makes a trip to the grocery store worthwhile.

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