Remember the joy and fear of sitting around a campfire? And things were good. Life was good. But you knew the “scary stories” were coming. Many of us absolutely LIVED for that part of the night. Whenever the stories began, that feeling…Everything was creepy. Every noise was definitely something out there.. You felt somewhat safe, with your family, friends or whomever…I mean, they’re just stories, aferall. And the best part of all of this, were the snacks. Especially the s’mores and roasted marshmallows. Putting it onto a stick, then holding that gooey goodness over the flames until you reached your desired level of toasting.. Marshmallows…they were the best…until they weren’t.