Pop goes the measles

I was 7 and I had the day off school. More than just one day really if I remember it properly.

I don’t remember much about the measles apart from being given as many bowls of Rice Krispies that I could stomach.

I was never big on ice cream, but then again I wasn’t having my tonsils out, I’m still wating on that joy. I got to sit in front of the telly, watch The Den before it became what it is now, when it was good. Or maybe I just saw it differently.

In my pyjamas for a fortnight and munching on Rice Krispies I discovered the wonder of the sound that they made. That unmistakable Snap, as they softened in the milk.

In front of the fire with my hot water bottle munching on Rice Krispie buns I discovered that they were not just a cold, milky, sugary treat. That unmistakable Crackle as they soaked up the milk.

Watching the videos of Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck on repeat while my mother vacuumed around me, I thought I’d help slightly and throw a couple of stray Krispies into the roaring fire. They’d try to resist it, but the flames made it impossible not to POP.

This surprised me and I ran to the kitchen to grab the box and fire more kamikaze puffed rice bits into the fire. POP. POP. POP.

I was hooked on the sound of the POP, and how they behaved differently.

I understood the ways of the Snap. I was entertained by the ways of the Crackle.

But I am still to this day, fascinated by the culture of the Pop.

Roll on Culch.ie’s.