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No Pop Rocks for you!

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By Becca Owsley

By BECCA OWSLEY bowsley@thenewsenterprise.com Every Halloween, kids look forward to the candy fest that follows their trick-or-treating ritual. When I was a kid, something always was missing from my post-Halloween bliss — Pop Rocks.

I never was allowed to eat Pop Rocks. My mom thought they would spontaneously combust in my mouth.

All my other friends would come to school the next day talking about their treasures that always included Pop Rocks. I, sadly, was not allowed.

One year I did sneak some away before the after-Halloween candy search. I remember it clearly because I remember sitting in my mom and dad’s closet with the door closed eating Pop Rocks in the dark. I half expected a spark to come flying out of my mouth after my mother’s insistence on combustion.

Other even stranger things would happen to my candy bucket each year. I often would find that the Hershey bars and Milk Duds would disappear overnight.

What was even weirder would be that the Snickers bars would jump out of their wrappers leaving only the wrappers behind in the bucket.

Funny, Snickers are my dad’s favorite candy bar.

Near the end of the candy bucket, when most of the candy had been devoured, all that was left were the sticky candy wrapped in black or orange wrappers. Not really a kid’s favorite. I think we had some of those still left over by the time Easter rolled around.

It’s not like trick or treating was easy back then. We lived out in the middle of nowhere and had to drive all over the place just to find houses that would give us candy. It was work.

Some years, we would go out and get a costume but most of the time we just found stuff around the house and made it into something.

Every year I dreamed of being Princess Leia. I tried and tried the honey bun hairdo from Episode One but sadly my hair would not cooperate. Instead of honey bun rolls my hair would poke out like cones on the side of my head.

Too embarrassed to go out looking like a Princess Leia reject, I would take out the funky buns and go as something else. Such is the life of a sci-fi nerd with tricky hair.

I was never a really big fan of the haunted houses, but one year I did go on a Halloween scavenger hunt. A friend had a costume party and I dressed up as Dorothy from “The Wizard of Oz.” I had ruby slippers and everything.

We went all over the area around his house on the hunt. One of the items on the hunt included rubbing of a certain name on a tombstone in the cemetery nearby.

It had rained earlier that day and as we raced out of the car, the klutz that I am, my slippers failed me and I slipped in the parking lot falling backwards to the ground. My skirt flew up and my feet went flying into the air, ruby slippers included.

My friends came running to my aid to see if I was OK, but my main priority was to make sure my skirt had come back down. I as more concerned of the embarrassment than the whack I took on my head.

I was OK, humiliated but OK.

So Halloween for me holds memories of a Pop Rocks ban, bad hair and an embarrassing slip up in a cemetery parking lot. What can I say? It's the story of my life.

For the love of Pete, somebody get me some Pop Rocks.

Becca Owsley can be reached at (270) 505-1741.