I've always loved Cracker Jack (though I've always called them Cracker Jacks). When I was young, I'd get so excited on those special occasions when my Mom would buy me a box. I'd rip open the top and shove my little hand down inside to feel around for the special toy surprise. After retrieving the booty, I'd shove tiny handfuls of the crunchy caramel covered popcorn into my mouth as I applied my newly acquired temporary tattoos to my arm (if I was lucky enough to get them!)

I especially liked to dig around for the peanuts in the box. If they sold Cracker Jacks peanuts by themselves, I may never have tried another treat because my favorite would have been clearly decided already. The peanuts tended to find their way to the bottom of the box, so that, too, took some digging.

As I grew older, my hand grew larger. Getting the best stuff first was no longer a matter of simply reaching down to the bottom of the box and pulling out the peanuts or the prize. Growing older, I grow to understand that the best things are worth waiting for.

I'm not gonna lie and say that in my adult years I haven't stretched a couple fingers into the box to try and snag the prize now and then. But even then, I've been happy to find those caramel coated peanuts at the bottom of the box once I've finished the rest. Yeah, good things are worth waiting for. ~ Chad from Oklahoma