Babybel

     Did you ever eat those cheeses when you were younger? You know, the creamy round ones wrapped in red wax?
     Rather, did you long to acquire a taste for them so as to seem 'grown-up' and 'mature' in the presence of your grandparents and other adult relatives? I couldn't stand the actual taste of the cheese, and though the entire wheel was about two bites' worth of food, I never actually ate more than half of one. Slowly, at that. I'd seem to savor the delicate tang...then I'd rush off to my grandma's kitchen and throw the rest away. I always kept the wax, though. It seemed special and important because it was such an old-fashioned thing: the only wax I encountered was in crayons or my ears. So I saved it and made these huge grotesque candles that I would stuff into beer bottles and then throw into the ocean, always with a note attached that read "let's be pen pals! I hope you're rescued soon"--I guess I figured that any shipwrecked person would need a candle made of Babybel wax and kitchen string.
     Well, I never got an answering letter, anyway.