![]() It didn’t matter that my “treasure” was usually made of plastic and prone to breaking within the space of a week I loved them all dearly, and I still look back fondly on the seemingly magical contraptions that dispensed them. There was only one thing that made it bearable, which was this: If we were setting foot anywhere near the grocery store, I would occasionally be allowed to deposit a coin or two into the magical bank of vending machines located just past the checkout lines and take home a shiny new treasure. ![]() If there was one thing I hated when I was a kid, it was getting dragged out to go run errands with one or both of my parents.
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