A few days ago, while we were all on a family walk, an elderly gentleman took notice of us. He saw our two little girls in their stroller, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a lollipop each for them. The gesture was lovely. It made me feel as though children took precedence once again in this crazy world.
So the gesture was wonderful enough on its own, but then I bothered to actually look at wrapper. I was left pleasantly surprised. Blow Pop... Immediately, the memories started rushing back to me. These were the same lollipops my father would buy for my sister and I.
Every other weekend, my father would make the hour drive to and from my mother's house, to come and pick me up. My parents were divorced, and this was the only time that I got to spend with my dad -- only two miserly weekends a month. I realized at a very young age just how valuable and precious time truly is, as I would try to squeeze every minute possible out of our weekends. Every time I went back home, I would miss him terribly...
When he would come to pick me up, there would always be a treat ready for me, to enjoy on the long drive back to his place. Sometimes it would be a little toy from the Dollar Store, or we would pick up a box of doughnuts from Krispy Kreme, mmmmmm....
But more often than not, we would stop at the gas station to grab some of these bad boys.
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Blow Pops are the ultimate pop!! 🤪 They come in a few flavors (cherry, strawberry, green apple, grape, watermelon) but my absolute favorite is blue raspberry -- it reached a point where we wouldn't even buy any other flavors but blue! 💙 The taste is phenomenal, and once it is finished, there is a nifty gum center waiting for you at the end! 😀 I have so many delightful memories of enjoying the gum for 2 minutes before it became absolutely disgusting lol.