Tori bought these and I was reminded of my misspent youth. Sunday mornings we went to church, and the teenagers were allowed to sit in the balcony. The deal was that we behaved. We didn't. Just about every week, someone would take up a collection, and run to the little general store that was kitty corner to the church. Pop Rocks, Pixy Stix, sponge toffee - anything we could discreetly enjoy for the half hour or so of the sermon.
They eventually closed the balcony...
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LOL!
The thing I remember from my youthful church years was one of the brain dead young idiots cutting away at his calluses with a pocket knife. Saw, saw, saw while the pastor droned on and on about something happening on the banks of Sidon. Charming.
Oh yeah, Pop Rocks. I remember when the cool thing to do was to feed them to your pet hamster (no, I didn't).
All I remember from church in my teens is that we didn't attend the service with the adults. Which was probably best for all involved.
A few years back I attended a church where EVERY week a very, very old woman would rummage through a plastic grocery bag for the last ten minutes of the sermon. Drove. Me. Crazy!! And I couldn't holler at her since she was so old (and pretty deaf, it wouldn't have helped). She died last year.
Ah, memories. :)
My best church memories are when one of us would start giggling about some fool thing and then we would just about explode trying not to fall out of the pews laughing. iggling is so contagious. The trick was to try and not make eye contact-then you were dead meat!
giggling..that is
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