Top Secret Tuesday: Klondike Bar
Ok, I know it’s not Tuesday, Tuesday was yesterday, but I saw this question last night and just didn’t get a chance to write about it so it still qualifies as a Top Secret Tuesday post. What is Top Secret Tuesday? It’s this thing I started on my primary blog, Traveling Thoughts. Every Tuesday I post something that my readers don’t know about me. If my readers don’t know it, it’s practically a secret. When it comes to my diabetes there’s all kinds of secrets, some of which have been revealed in my work: Confessions Of A Type 1 Diabetic.
The question was in a new devotional that I picked up “Burn This Book, Ignite A New Life With God” and I was flipping through it and one of the days was labeled:
“What would you do for a klondike bar?”
It was the easiest question the book probably had in it, in terms of me being able to answer it, and that might seem silly, I mean when’s the last time you had a Klondike Bar? It’s been a long while for me.
This question was so simple that I blurted out “I’ll just steal it from the freezer”. That’s just what I did when I was 13. I had gone to visit my father in CA and we had gone to our good friend’s house J & D we’ll call them. They always had Klondike Bars in the freezer. One night everyone was eating Klondike Bars while I got to eat a sugar free popsicle. I was so far from thrilled. 5 people eating Klondike Bars and a Courtney eating a popsicle.
I didn’t let on that I wasn’t impressed. I finished my popsicle and plotted my plan to get my hands on a Klondike Bar. Later in the evening when everyone was outside, I slipped back into the house and stole the Klondike Bar from the freezer. I creeped into the bathroom and began to pig out.
I got through like half the bar before people came looking for me. I told my father that I had diarrhea and that I’d be out when I was done. I finished my bar, put the wrapper in a kleenex, and put the trash in the bottom bathroom drawer. It was the guest bathroom and that drawer was never used. I was sure that the wrapper was safe there. I flushed the toilet and went outside like I was just fine.
The next morning Father gets a call from J & D, they discovered that the last Klondike Bar was missing. I get called to his room to discuss this and I’m sitting on his bed adamant that I didn’t eat it. For like an hour I got grilled. I knew I had eaten it, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. I wasn’t supposed to have eaten it, but everyone else got one, but everyone else didn’t have diabetes. I got the sugar free popsicle. There was only one left and it had disappeared and while I hadn’t spent a terribly long time in the bathroom, I was gone long enough for them to know that I was up to something. They all knew full well that I had eaten the Klondike Bar, I’m sure of it, but I wasn’t going to admit to it.
When I came home from my summer vacation it was one of the first talks mom had with me. And I was crying as I told her that I had eaten it, but I should’ve gotten one anyways, everyone else had one. I got into some trouble I think, I don’t remember how much but I’m sure there was trouble on the homefront.
So, I stole my Klondike Bar from the freezer, what would you do for a Klondike Bar?
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