The taste of childhood (or the art of the run-on sentence)

I was in the health food store today, feeling expansive and rich, which I realized was rather misguided when, at the cash, I had to pay with a credit card because of 'insufficient funds', when I saw carob chips. Sugarless, milkless carob chips, in a clear plastic bag; the sort stores use to pack their own bulk supplies, white label with red lines and black writing.

I bought them thinking of my son but opened them as soon as I got home even though he will only be back tomorrow. Holy childhood flashback! I feel like my whole childhood could be encapsulated in one carob chip. Just one.

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In other news, the old-school purple sports car (maybe a camaro?) that I had been covertly admiring in the neighbour's back yard was towed by the police today, which gave it all the more an aura of illicit glamour.