Hershey's Kisses were a major part of my childhood memories from the holidays growing up on the St. Clair River in Algonac, Michigan. Every year, my Grandma Carter would have a bowl of these on one of their end tables. The bowl was magic, because no matter how many you ate, it seemed to always be filled. If you were lucky enough to sit on the couch next to one of these magic a bowls, you could reach over and sneak one or two Hershey's Kisses without the adults catching you. Well, at least they pretended not to notice.
Hershey's Kisses were a major part of my childhood memories from the holidays growing up on the St. Clair River in Algonac, Michigan. Every year, my Grandma Carter would have a bowl of these on one of their end tables. The bowl was magic, because no matter how many you ate, it seemed to always be filled. If you were lucky enough to sit on the couch next to one of these magic a bowls, you could reach over and sneak one or two Hershey's Kisses without the adults catching you. Well, at least they pretended not to notice.
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