I have a flash back every time I eat a burnt peanut. Who ever is around me gets to hear my story no matter how many times they have heard it already. My family would some times take my brothers and me to a small amusement park. All the rides were just for kids except one, it was a train that goes around the whole park.
Every time we would ride it dad would get a little bag of Burnt Peanuts, he would sit with me and we would share them. I loved how they would feel in my mouth! I would move them around feeling the bumps with my tongue until all of the candy shell had melted away and then I would crunch up the peanut. I still love them and they will always be apart of a great childhood memories! ~ Leah from Texas