For those who remember that special time in your life when you, for the first time, entered a sweet shop and realised a dream come true :)
My mother promised me in town, when I was 6, that I was allowed one place to go for being such a good girl. I spent all the time thinking about where to go that I thought I would never find a shop. I had the choice of toy shops, clothes shops, so many I could browse through but none really caught my heart. Upon leaving the day behind I saw it; out the corner of my eye...The Ye Olde Sweet Shoppe. I had heard of it from all the kids at school and had always wanted to go inside; they would say that Mr Bobbin, the owner, loved the children's custom and was so kind to everyone. They told me that once a week he would open his shop just to the children and allow them the choice of a free bag of sweets or one chocolate bar. They described him as an old man with white hair and large belly, they made him sound so wonderful.
The smooth wooden frame and linoleum red and white striped canopy above the window were so striking and friendly. The row after row of sweet jars in the window were enough to make my mouth water. I could see so many choices but nothing that I did not want. Inside the shop I stood mesmerized by the magic it possessed, the sweet aroma was making me drool and the colourful walls were so bright and happy. Mr Bobbin appeared between a red and white door stream. He was as expected, an old man with white hair and large belly; he looked a wholesome fellow with a kind heart. My mother and him spoke for a while, reminiscing about her childhood days inside the shop and announcing she never thought she would see this place again. I looked wall to wall at all the different sweets and realised multiple of things I wanted, I did not want to leave empty handed and so when Mr Bobbin asked what I wanted I asked for one of everything. He laughed and told me it would cost mummy too much for such asking and so I settled for £1 worth of Milk bottles. They had always been my favourite sweet so I was content with making the compromise Mr Bobbin had suggested. Telling the kid's at school made me- for some time- quite popular. I would go after school with them to the free sweet sessions and became close with the shop and more in love with sweets.
My love for sweets and my love for the shop played important factors in my life because I became Mr Bobbins apprentice at the age of 16. He taught me everything he knew and made me swear never to tell any one the sweet shop secrets. We began to find a strong friendship in one another and for a time the shop was the only place I longed to be; he told me I was like the granddaughter he never had. I grew up at Mr Bobbins side and learned every thing I needed for owning my own sweet shop, which was my dream.
Our friendship lasted until the day he died. The hardest thing was finding he had left me the shop in his will and that I had to run it on my own, the sad thing was that he had no family to hand it over to but the best thing was that we found a friendship and that he trusted me and believed in me.
I will never forget Mr Bobbin and never forget that day when I was 6. Being the owner of The Ye Olde Sweet Shoppe is the SWEETEST thing.
Gemma
My mother promised me in town, when I was 6, that I was allowed one place to go for being such a good girl. I spent all the time thinking about where to go that I thought I would never find a shop. I had the choice of toy shops, clothes shops, so many I could browse through but none really caught my heart. Upon leaving the day behind I saw it; out the corner of my eye...The Ye Olde Sweet Shoppe. I had heard of it from all the kids at school and had always wanted to go inside; they would say that Mr Bobbin, the owner, loved the children's custom and was so kind to everyone. They told me that once a week he would open his shop just to the children and allow them the choice of a free bag of sweets or one chocolate bar. They described him as an old man with white hair and large belly, they made him sound so wonderful.
The smooth wooden frame and linoleum red and white striped canopy above the window were so striking and friendly. The row after row of sweet jars in the window were enough to make my mouth water. I could see so many choices but nothing that I did not want. Inside the shop I stood mesmerized by the magic it possessed, the sweet aroma was making me drool and the colourful walls were so bright and happy. Mr Bobbin appeared between a red and white door stream. He was as expected, an old man with white hair and large belly; he looked a wholesome fellow with a kind heart. My mother and him spoke for a while, reminiscing about her childhood days inside the shop and announcing she never thought she would see this place again. I looked wall to wall at all the different sweets and realised multiple of things I wanted, I did not want to leave empty handed and so when Mr Bobbin asked what I wanted I asked for one of everything. He laughed and told me it would cost mummy too much for such asking and so I settled for £1 worth of Milk bottles. They had always been my favourite sweet so I was content with making the compromise Mr Bobbin had suggested. Telling the kid's at school made me- for some time- quite popular. I would go after school with them to the free sweet sessions and became close with the shop and more in love with sweets.
My love for sweets and my love for the shop played important factors in my life because I became Mr Bobbins apprentice at the age of 16. He taught me everything he knew and made me swear never to tell any one the sweet shop secrets. We began to find a strong friendship in one another and for a time the shop was the only place I longed to be; he told me I was like the granddaughter he never had. I grew up at Mr Bobbins side and learned every thing I needed for owning my own sweet shop, which was my dream.
Our friendship lasted until the day he died. The hardest thing was finding he had left me the shop in his will and that I had to run it on my own, the sad thing was that he had no family to hand it over to but the best thing was that we found a friendship and that he trusted me and believed in me.
I will never forget Mr Bobbin and never forget that day when I was 6. Being the owner of The Ye Olde Sweet Shoppe is the SWEETEST thing.
Gemma
