There is a place that truly rivals Wonka's famous Chocolate Room. And it's here in Cleveland. For some sweet pix and a short blog courtesy of Yours Truly, pop on over to FREEBLOG! where I'm hanging out and gorging on B-B-Bats, Mallow Cups, Swedish Fish and Pop Rocks, just to name a few.
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Gawd i hate that movie. so much. both versions. the old one traumatized me when i was younger (i had nightmares about the blueberry girl), and the new one freaked me out just as much.
bleh. i'll stick with the book.
i'll go read your article though.
i read it. now i wanna come to cleveland, so you can take me to this magical place and we can get sugar highs and yeah. *is hungry*
Now we know why Drew Carey is so fat.
Wow. I had forgotten about all those penny candies.
Back in the day, my mom used to give me 50 cents and let me walk by myself down to 7-11 to pick out a handful of penny candies. My only instructions were: No Bubble Gum!
I'm not quite sure why bubble gum was considered evil when all that other stuff was Ok. But that was the law!
(And aside from the bubble gum, what was she thinking...letting a 9 year old walk alone down one of the busiest streets that also led to the freeway?!)
It is really a fun place to visit, just to see all the old candy from when you were a kid. It's impossible not to smile when you're in there!
As a kid, this movie captured my attention the way few others could. My little dreamer's heart beat faster when Gene started singing that song.
A world created entirely by one person's imagination. One ADULT person's imagination. It opened up worlds for me, while at the same time reminding me that there are rules that must be followed, even in dreamland, to keep ones self from harm.
And it's a beautiful thing to remember the magic of the candy store. Thanks, Erin.
Baby, Mama, Dad! That's a place I want to visit. And move into, living surreptitiously in the basement.
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