Before I left for elementary school in the morning, my mom would give me one of those chewable Flintstones and I'd pop it in my mouth and move it to the side of my cheek. I'd walk out the front door and dislodge it with with my finger and toss it behind the large bushes adjacent to the sidewalk that led from the doorway to the driveway. I was careful about where I threw it because I didn't want my mom to go walking by and see it in the dirt. I don't think I ever told her I disliked them, I guess I just figured it was easier to take it and get rid of it later. I just couldn't bring myself to chew it up though and to me this was the next best idea.
My kids have it way easier!
I'm not trying to be a commercial, I just listened to this song and it made me nostalgic so I thought I'd share...
Any childhood memories of trying to get away with things like me?