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Back in 1963 in Los Angeles, California, I spent the first few weeks at Emerson Junior High assessing the social order and my place within it, so it took me a while to notice that everyday at lunch and after school there was a line of kids standing in front of small booth at the other side of the lunch area. With my curiosity finally piqued, I walked quickly by and peeked through the window. There sat an attendant scooping popcorn from a large popcorn machine into a small red and white bag, while next to her was displayed an impressive selection of candy bars. I couldn’t believe my eyes: there was a place AT SCHOOL where I could buy candy all by myself, and my mother would never know about it.
The snack bar had an alluring array of candy bars, many of which were regional specialties (Cup-O-Gold, Mountain Bar, Rocky Road) that I’d never tried before. I decided to try the Cup-O-Gold first because it was a complete mystery. The brown wrapper had only that wonderful name printed on it, with no clues whatsoever about the kind of candy it contained. When I sat on the bleachers in the late afternoon sun and slowly peeled off the wrapping, I discovered a milk chocolate cup similar in shape to a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, although the chocolate was lumpy, rather than smooth. Cautiously, I took a small nibble from the outer edge—aah, that was coconut embedded in the thick chocolate—so far, so good. Then I took a bigger bite, and felt my teeth sink into a soft, gooey center. Marshmallow cream! It was sweet and smooth, and, yes, it really worked with the dense, coconut-packed milk chocolate. At that moment, I couldn’t imagine anything more satisfying—it was sweet and filling, soothing and comforting. ~ Nina from California