This was not your ordinary gum. One single, pink lump in a white wrapper, adorned with a strawberry, twisted on the ends like a Tootsie Roll. This gum was far too grand to live in a pack with others like lowly Trident. Strawberries and Cream- some fancy stuff given out at school I believe. I unwrapped it, popped it in my mouth, and set off on my bike to play with a friend.
Sailing down the street, I chomped away. Flavor flooded my mouth, tart strawberry softened by a round, sweet milkiness. My jaw tickled, ached almost. It was the epitome of strawberries and cream. The Cadillac of gum. Truly scrumptious.
A girl and her bike, a sunny day, freedom, and one little piece of chewy magic. I smiled wide, then pushed my tongue forward to blow a bubble. Lips pursed, I rounded the corner on to Falcon Road, just as the wind swept that sweet sphere right out of my mouth.
I jammed on my breaks and found it, bubble intact, resting on the grass by the sidewalk. For a whole minute, I stared at it, that perfect piece of gum just stuck there, contemplating whether or not I should pick it up and shove it back in my mouth. After all, this was not your ordinary gum. Sighing heavily, I swung my leg up over the bike seat and pedaled away.