Saturday, August 16, 2014

A Penny in my Pocket

Who can forget the candy shops around every corner? The sweet treats displayed in colorful spender behind a glass showcase. There we were, with a few pennies in our pocket and we felt ridiculously rich. There was a large assortment to choose from and some of the sugary delights were even two for a penny.
We looked them all over in careful deliberation: Mary-Janes, jaw breakers, waxed lips, waxed mustaches, dots, liquorish, red or black, sour balls, wax bottles with juice, fake cigarettes, honey bars, root beer barrels, bubble gum; row after row of delectable treats. We took our time and made our selections with substantial consideration. 
There was power in our dainty little hands, power to choose, power to satisfy our sweet tooth, power to swap. We had our first, albeit, tiny experience of power. Who knew where it would take us. 
The shopkeepers must have had an inordinate amount of patience as we pondered over our choices, and discussed it with our friends and siblings. The word rush did not enter our childhood world. We were the valuable consumers keeping the business thriving, perhaps a penny at a time.
After our shopping excursion we would skip home, stuffing our mouths with our booty. Just like in the real world, some of us would save some for another time, but most of us were into immediate gratification. Funny how those characteristics followed us into adult life. Some live for today, some save for a rainy day, and a few find that delicate balance between the “enjoy now and enjoy later.” Some of the skills we learned in those early days of penny power were bartering, persuading, sharing, and doing extra chores to earn extra rewards. They were good skills to hone and bring into our adult life.


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