Growing up in Florida, my summer memories are punctuated by the smell of chlorine, sunshine, thunderstorms, and popsicles. Do you remember the ones that had a cheesy joke on the stick? I loved those. My favorite popsicles were the ones we made ourselves. My mom had a tupperware pop mold, and I impatiently waited for the pops to freeze. I hated the waiting, or even worse, running out of pops on a really hot afternoon.
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