S'mores: Wikimedia S'mores The wind was blowing my hair into my freshly burnt marshmallow but I did not care. My worries slowly faded away after every bite of s'mores I took. The chocolate was melted just enough that it was dripping down my fingers and the two supporting graham crackers were crumbling into pieces from the pressure of my fingers. My hands had become sticky by the time I had grabbed my wire hanger for a second round. As I stuck my marshmallow on the end and placed it into the fire I thought to myself, "Man this life is good!" Christmas in March It was almost my turn to pick a present during my families "White Elephant" gift exchange. As I glanced around the room the smiles on everyone's faces were priceless. My step-father had gotten 2 "t-mobile" scarves and my older brother had gotten a roll of toilet paper. I had to choose wisely, to steal or not to steal. My grandmothers laughter was still filling the room as I reached ov...