Grandpa chuckled as he read the morning paper on this lazy Saturday morning. His crinkly eyes turned into upside down half moons, and his belly laugh filled the kitchen with a happy sound.
"Grandpa, what is so funny?" asked Jason.
"Oh, this little article in the newspaper made me laugh. Did you know that today is an odd holiday called One Cent Day? This reminded me that I used to be able to buy wonderful treats for just a penny," said Grandpa. He smoothed his bald head with his wrinkled hand, a habit left over from when he had a full head of wavy, brown hair.
Jason was intrigued. Shiny pennies were exciting to find on the sidewalk, and Jason always picked them up. He thought hard about whether he could buy anything with one penny. No, he could not think of a single item that cost one penny.
"I can't buy anything for a penny. What did you buy for just one cent?" asked Jason.
"I used to go to the store, and they had a whole section of candy. Each piece was just one cent. My friend, Mr. Bennett, who owned the store, used to give me and my friends a little brown paper sack. We could fill up the sack with penny candy to buy with our allowance. Back then, five cents went a long way," said Grandpa thoughtfully.
"What kind of candy did you get?" asked Jason.
"We bought taffy and lollipops. We bought bubble gum and caramel candies. My favorite treat was a hard candy in the shape of a rain barrel. These candies were root beer flavored, and they lasted a long time!" Grandpa said.