The writer David Sedaris wrote a great diary for the online magazine Slate.com years ago, and I always remember the way he opened it:
My earliest diaries are stored away in my father’s basement, and I can’t bear to read them. Entries are introduced with Joni Mitchell quotes and melodramatic sob stories that end with lines such as, “I know now that I must walk alone!!!” … I’d like to know what I ate when I was 19 years old. How much did it cost for a pound of chicken or a pack of cigarettes? What did I carry in my wallet, and who did I talk to on the telephone? My earliest diaries tell me none of these things.
It’s so true: I remember all my stupid feelings and emotions from when I was a teenager, but for the life of me I can’t remember how much a packet of Taytos cost back then. Our reader Aoife contacted us with a similar issue:
Delighted with the FABU weather we’re having today I headed out to Centra on my lunch break to pick up an icecream. Went for an old school favourite- a Brunch original- none of your biscuit or mint for me! I headed up to the counter, confident in the belief that my chocolatey treat wouldn’t cost much more than 60c. To my HORROR I was charged €1.10!!
I was too excited about the Brunch to refuse to pay so glumly slunk out of the shop.
What do you think about that – how much is too much for a childhood favourite?
So what do you think? Which of your favourite childhood treats have increased in price the most?
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