and it brought back a choice and delightful
childhood * memory.
So, I decided to comment and share the
nostalgia and joy
with my good friend SO.
and here is what I said:
"Ah, brings back memories of a beautiful,
breezy spring day in Monroe, Utah.
I remember it well.
I lost my very first crown to a Sugar Daddy,
(as in, the delicious caramel sucker,
and not a rich, creepy man that had somehow
made his way onto my bus...just so we're clear.)
I had to go to the dentist right away.
It was worth it.
It always is."
Seriously, when was the first time you lost yours?
(Presuming that, as a child, you ate too much sugar, had lame enamel and had to get a crown in the first place...that is.)