One of my special memories from childhood is trying to teach my mom to blow bubbles with gum. We were camping at a cabin that summer (Chadron?) and my mom told me to run down to the camp store with a bit of change and pick up several pieces of bubblegum. I remember making several trips back to the store before we both had successfully completed bubble-blowing 101.
This was special for two reasons:
1. I wasn't allowed to chew gum in our house growing up (I guess the mess-risk was too big)
2. It wasn't often that I was given change and told to go buy something so frivolous as gum!
Here's Squeaky's big moment: