When I was 5 I went to the local store, no supermarkets back then, and I saw a huge chocolate bar up high on a shelf.
I needed caps, for my cap guns, and matches and some other things so I didn't get that huge bar that day. But it stayed in my mind taunting me. It wasn't very expensive and it was SO big (2 lbs).
Time after time I saw it there but I always seemed to have something else to spend all my money on, almost always caps and matches. (Looking back its hard to believe that they would sell that many matches to a child.)
But one day after a particularly successful search for bottles to cash in I steped up and got the giant chocolate bar.
"Honey, is this for your mother?" the cashier asked
"No, its all mine!" I beamed
"Honey, you aren't going to like it!" she smiled
"Its chocolate and its huge,,, what's not to like?" I asked
"Sweety, this is baking chocolate, its not the same thing." she told me
"But it IS chocolate isn't it,, it says so on the label?"
"Well yes darling it IS chocolate but it isn't what you think it is"
Well I wasn't going to listen; I bought the giant bar and almost ran all the way back to my tree fort. I unwrapped one corner and closed my eyes taking a big bite.
That day I learned a new word, "Bitter" and I learned that bitter sweet and sweet are very different things.
A few days later I was back in the store with my usual pile of caps and matches.
"How was that chocolate?" she asked
"If its any help I did the very same thing when I was your age." she laughed
Now if she had only talked me out of that huge jar of Maraschino Cherries she could have saved me from one heck of a stomach ache.