When I was younger, I had a rather unconventional relationship with animal fruit snacks. I often found myself feeling guilty about forcing these cute little creatures down my throat, so I instead chose to foster an unbreakable bond with them. Soon enough, i had myself convinced that they in fact considered my mouth a playground and my esophagus a slide..and each one of the little rascals was just dying to be the next to take a ride!
At the time, it all seemed very practical. Now, in retrospect, I wonder why I didn’t spend more of my childhood between padded walls. But in watching this video, I find myself reverting back to my old feelings of guilt regarding snack brutality. Some may refer to my consideration for all things sweet as hysteria…I’m going to call it compassion.