Over the weekend, we were at some friends’ house. They had a fire, and we made s’mores. Their 90 year old mother is staying with them, and asked if we would make her a s’more, since she’d never had one.
Struck me as odd that someone in her/our “group” would have never had a s’more, especially since they owned a vacation home in Wisconsin, at which they often had campfires w/ their kids.
Wondering about any similar experiences, when someone was older than you would have expected before experiencing something for the first time.
And, while we’re at it, have you never had a s’more?
Had my first one when I was about 49 years old. Kind of odd since campfires are common on my property and well, Colorado and camping. I actually did not like it and threw half of it in the fire. They sound fantastic, as I like all the ingredients, but didn’t work for me.
I was 23 the first time I traveled by plane. It seems like most people people of my age group and socio-economic status took a least a couple of trips by plane as children, but my family always traveled by car for vacations.
I was 47 before I’d even heard of a “smore” and that was from our son’s then fiance (since divorced) who was from Wisconsin (ironically enough). Anyway, once I heard melted marshmallows were involved, I realized I hadn’t missed much.:rolleyes:
I’ve still never lived in a house with central air conditioning, at 63. And I live south of the Mason-Dixon.
Smores seem to be to be one of those things kids would invent for themselves the first time they’re left alone in the house. You’d come home and they’d be sick. I’ve had them, and they are tasty and novel up to about halfway through chewing the first bite.
I’m not a big fan myself (I like them MUCH better w/ a smear of crunchy PB), but as a middle class white kid from Chicago who was in boy scouts and whose sisters were in girl scouts, I was at least aware they existed, and had the opportunity to taste one.
And in the movie The Sandlot, there is an extended scene about one kid who never heard of them.
I didn’t hear about them until I was in my 20s living in Colorado. We used to toast marshmallows, but the melted chocolate thing was new to me.
I didn’t learn to ride a bicycle until my mid 20s either. (I had a tricycle when I was small.) Growing up in New York City the Subway took me anywhere I cared to go.
Yeah, I was about that sort of age as well. Similar experience. In fact, the first time I flew was actually in a helicopter, in Arromanches, France, viewing the remains of the Mulberry harbour.
Not to be a dick, but lots of 90 year olds are trying something for the first time, as far as they remember at least. My father, while quite compos mentis when he was 90, had forgotten many of the stories we would tell about our own childhoods 40+ years ago.
I was in the Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts. Went camping several times in the Boy Scouts because our troop had its own camp (a pretty sweet deal).
Growing up with my family, we went trailer camping all across the USA. My parents are from the Philippines, and I was born there, but still they researched and fed to us a lot of American foods.
Still, with all of that I didn’t have my first smore until I was in my 30s.
Randomly sitting around with Grandma one Easter and the family decided to watch The Wizard of Oz because it was on TV. Grandma (at least in her late 70s by that time) was super pumped because she’d never seen it!
To be fair to Grandma she was raised Amish, and Oz came out when she was 9. But she still managed to miss the movie in the 60-some years she was a car-driving, electricity-using Mennonite.
