Growing up in the seventies and eighties was an adventure. If you were sick, you spent time with your grandparents watching: The Price is Right with Bob Barker reminding us to spay and neuter our pets! Then, switching to Days of Our Lives. It was the best medicine. Not the shows, but the times spent with our grandparents. Their stories, their caring, and their love for us.
I'll tell you all a story, our grandparents had the youngest two of us kids with them for one reason or another, and I was told to throw away a bag and do not look inside. Well, I was just a kid and of course I looked in the bag. It was ice cream sandwiches for each of us. I was, shall we say portly-- to heck with it, I still am. So, I sat down near the area where the trash bins were and, yes, I ate everyone of those ice cream sandwiches and then disposed of the evidence. I came back and then discovered that:
1. They knew I would look in the bag.
2. I was supposed to come back with everyone's ice cream sandwiches and we would all sit down and have a laugh.
Well, I was unpopular because I was like, "Ice cream sandwiches? What?"
Yeah, I loved my grandparents and I miss them...
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