Ever do a cake walk at a carnival? No? WHAT?! Never?!
Is it ever your mother loving lucky day. Because whether you want to hear about it or not, I'm going to share my experience.
My elementary school would host a fundraiser carnival every Spring. My brothers, sisters and I lived for it.
One of the events we most looked forward to was the cake walk. About 25 large homemade cakes donated by parents were placed on a table. A lady would hit the play button on a music player and you start walking around the table...BUT WAIT!
Not every spot had a cake. When the music stopped and you happened to be standing in front of a cake? You just hit pay dirt big time...
I happened to be the lucky contestant once...I won a strawberry cake very similar to the one pictured above. Doesn't it look divine? Yeah...I smiled at the other enviously hungry contestants as I excitedly picked up my (literally) sweet winnings.
By now you may be asking, "Trina why the shit were you excited to win a cake? Your mother never baked you numb nut?"
I have your answer....Winning a cake gave me a boost up the rungs of seniority at home. Everyone wanted some, but I owned it. Only promises of doing dishes on my night or making my bed would one be afforded a thin sliver of made-from-the-box goodness. Parents included....I got a break from practicing my flute. And dad finally fixed the chain on my bike...
Sweet, right?
Outta here...
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