It was the best of times, now it’s the worst of times. When I was a kid my summers meant endless bicycle riding in the cul-de-sac with a bright pink Hostess Sno Ball in my hand. Just recently Hostess announced the end of an era and my childhood with the death of my beloved Sno Ball.
What can I say? You were there for me, providing me with nothing but love, sugar, and an amazing amount of nutrition. You never raised your voice or doubted me. And now you are gone. I will never feel your squishy exterior in my boney fingers or taste your marshmallow insides again. I am not sure if the world will be the same without you. How could it?
(Oh, the fun we had. I will always remember the good times. I will quickly forget the times when I couldn’t fit into that tight tank top because of you. But I will never forget the puppies, what will become of the puppies?!)
(No one will be able to compare to you. There was only one you.)
You are gone but not forgotten. I will avenge your death and ensure that those who took you from us will experience harsh justice. I will force feed them Home Run Pies and not the real kind, the cheap rip off brands you get at the grocery store.