Breakfast aisle circa
1970
I was
raised on Red Dye No. 2 and white sugar.
You see,
back in the early 70’s, before the granola people began to serve up twigs and
gravel as part of a balanced breakfast, kids had morning motivators like…
KABOOM!
I started
every single day with a hefty bowl of KABOOM.
And I’m
pretty sure it was 180% sugar.
Obviously,
we didn't have the Food Pyramid or that fancy new Food Plate back then.
We had the “Four
Food Groups”…
and each
and every one of them was topped with about six inches of refined sugar.
It wasn't a
big deal.
In fact,
everybody was pretty frank about it.
Those
“Pops” and “Smacks” you see in the breakfast aisle today once carried the
honest labels of “Sugar Pops” and “Sugar Smacks,” and get this –
Moms
actually bought them!
And we actually ate them!
Of course,
we were bouncing off the walls by 8:05 AM, but our schools had something called
“recess” to handle that.
The other
80% of our morning meal consisted of toxic dye.
So far, I
have suffered no ill effects.
Sure, I can
read by the glow of my intestines…
But really
–
I’m fine.
PROMPT: What crazy era have you survived? Are
you a part of the “no seat belts – no problem” crowd? Take some time out today
to write about those years spent in the dark ages. For inspiration, pick up The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid
by Bill Bryson – his hilarious take on being a child of the 50’s. Warning: to avoid embarrassment, do not
read it while drinking milk (with or without KABOOM).
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