I remember the thrill in finding out that my birthday cake was actually a "money cake". Ever had one? It was probably around the time of being 8, would have had enough sense (no pun intended) to not try to eat the coins. We'd tally up the plate to see who had the most. That change would burn heavy in my hoodie pocket as I awaited the next trip to the store at the lake. Dreams of cigarette gum and garbage pail candy.
Cheers to summer, it's still coming right?