Red Licorice and Cherry Coke

In a small town, somewhere in the mid-west, at a little grocery store, they came in those yellow Styrofoam trays. They were saran wrapped with a store sticker stuck to it with the weight and price. I think my grandma probably only spent a dollar for the whole package. I cannot remember how we got there. We could have walked from her house. Regardless, there had been no air conditioning, so our shirts clung to us with the summer sun beating down on us. It seems like we walked. I stayed at Grandmas the whole week. It was a special trip to spend the whole week. The city to his day is idolized as my heaven on Earth.Where kites fly high because here is always a wind to pick them up. The parking lot of the school is always pot hole free and ready to be a race track and place to practice your wheelies. There is an endless supply of cherry coke in Grandpa's fridge and chocolate ice cream in his freezer! That magic reappears as you take a red licorice, bite each end off and use it as a straw in your cherry coke. It is summer again. My cousin and Grandma and I are in front of the local grocery store, sweat beading on our backs. And the store is forever living on. The characters have not aged. The time has not changed. No dangers. No pain. Just red robes, coke and the girls