Willa King

Memoir with Table

My mom was always somewhat strict about chewing gum when we were too young. We couldn't chew gum until we were in Kindergarten or First Grade or somewhere around then. One day, our family was going out to eat when I was two years old. They turned around to take the order, and when they were done, they saw me chewing gum. "Where did you get that!?!" my mom said, shocked. I had gotten it from under the restaurant table, where someone else had stuck it when they were finished chewing it.