Razzles

First it’s a candy, then its gum! Have you ever had Razzles? Friday night, my husband and I rented the movie "Thirteen Going on Thirty". The movie was cute--I have to admit--I love the cheesy love stories even though you know the perfectly mismatched, contentious people will hook up at the end. That's what makes movies so great, the impossible always happens (at least in good ones). So there is a point to this, I promise. Razzles make a star appearance in the film as being a favorite childhood candy. I guess after watching the movie, I had Razzles subconsciously hanging on my mind. So Saturday night rolls around and since my husband, Jonathan, and I are still busy moving things around and getting situated, we had a bit of shopping to do. While waiting to return this really great nickel-coated shower rack at Bed, Bath & Beyond, I spotted them--Razzles! The brightly colored purple package lay there on the shelf amidst the other temptations. I picked up the package, excited as a sixth grader on the last day of school, and showed them to Jonathan. He, obviously, had never had them. I recounted my childhood memories of chasing the ice cream truck down the street and buying bags of Razzles with my sister. I held the package in my hand as we walked around the store looking for very adult things like duvet covers and pillow shams and whisks. Needless to say, we purchased the gum-like candies... along with a new silk duvet cover. As we drove to our next destination, Jon and I, like children, popped the Razzles in our mouths one by one and chewed them until they turned to gum and immediately lost their flavor. We'd count to three and roll the windows down at the same time and spit out the old gum, ready to try the next flavor. Why do they always put more yellows than any other color? I wish they only made bags of red candy. So, my point is that I found our evening completely ironic and contradicting in moods. We were so excited to have grown old enough to decorate our own house and to pick out all the fun accessories and knick knacks but we still couldn't let go of the child within. I know, once again I've made a cheesy observation. But don't you think it's important to keep that alive and to laugh more and play more? I read something a while ago that said that kids laugh up to 600 times a day while adults only laugh 3 times a day. That's horribly sad.