I don’t have a stutter actually. I just couldn’t think of a witty (or even a non-witty title) for this post and I didn’t want to simply write “Pacers” because it looked too short.
I asked Michael for his memories from his childhood.
He wasn’t very useful.
He did remember Pacers though.
I loved Pacers. So did he. Do you think that’s an indication that we were made for eachother? Because we both loved the striped white and green chewy sweets?
I don’t remember when they stopped being made.
I miss them.
In fact, most of my memories are of food.
Foods that are no longer with us.
Snickers should have stayed as Marathon.
And why change Opal Fruits?
Many of you probably don’t remember them. Many more of you probably didn’t even know of their existence. I’m sure lots of you remember foods long forgotten. Please share, and help me get over my grief.
As I can’t really talk further about Pacers without going into a deep, painful level of mourning I’ll leave you with this ode.
Ode to Pacers
Pacers, Pacers, how I miss you
Pacers, Pacers, I long to kiss you
Actually I don’t
I’d rather just chew you til your stripes all merge and you are in my tummy
Pacers, Pacers, you
are were (*sob*) yummy.