On my way home from school, everyday I would walk down First St. It was a marvelous street, the street where all the shops of the town were located. The sight of the street could make anyone, young or old, smile. Children’s lips woud curl menacingly like the Grinch just before he stole Christmas upon the sight of the Toy and Candy Emporium! Oh, the sights: gumdrops and lollipops decorating the sugar-coated landscape, crayons of every color (red, yellow, blue, and every color in between), bicycles, teddybears, comic books, movies, toy cars, trains, and planes, stuffed animals of all species! I loved that store—it was every kid’s dream—but there was one thing it lacked.

I entered the lonely shop next door., the shop I had always secretly longed to enter. There were no dolls or kites. There was no candy. There was only one thing. The scent tickled my nose; my tastebuds awaited the imminent joy. I reverently handed the shopkeeper my hard-earned quarter, and, in return, received my one love: mozzarella!