This is trippy: I'm eating poprocks for the first time in years. The last time I remember eating poprocks in on a trip to our other house in Oregon when my family was still a family and I was too naive to know my dad is an alcoholic .
I miss the days when naivete rocked my world. When running around wasn't working out, it was playing.
Sigh.
These poprocks hurt after awhile.