There are many, many things that I just never fully appreciated as a child. Coffee, chocolate and sexy undies would all make the rather long list of things flying below my childhood radar. No, I wasn’t running around commando as a wee one. (Well, I actually did a few times, but that’s for another post.) After all, it was the 1970s. We were all sporting practical cotton briefs in neutral colors versus anything remotely attractive — unless you find the days of the week remarkably cute. But the aging process is all about finding new perspective. And things in your closets and cupboards you never thought you would back when you thought 35 was “over the hill” and stretch marks would never happen to you.
As a kid, my mom would always get us a chocolate Easter bunny for our baskets. And, as a kid, I would eat the ears off my bunny and then decide I would save it for later. (I apparently have hoarder tendencies.) This went on for years. YEARS people. To the extent that one fine day during my adolescence my mom agreed to keep me company while I reorganized my closet. We stood there in front of a long line of long and short sleeves mixed together with wild abandonment and suddenly I hear something a bit like this: