Let's Talk Soap
When I was around eleven, there was a little shop not too far from my house that sold all kinds of soap. I had a full fledged babysitting job at that point and those little sweetly packaged soaps were about all I could afford. It made me feel so grown up to walk into that shop, and purchase special soaps for my mom, grandma or myself.
The other day I was looking through a box of items I had stored away from my childhood, I hadn't opened that box in probably 15 years, and there I found some of those soaps. I know that sounds rather sad, that I had saved those pretty soaps like some tragic Oliver Twist moment, but when you are young and babysitting for quarters - pretty soaps are for smelling, touching and most certainly not using. Luckily, I have managed to earn more than just quarters these days, but my love for sweetly packaged soap has not changed.