Ah, the majestic moment when I finally crossed “roast marshmallows around a fire” off my bucket list. Who knew such a monumental achievement would involve little more than a stick and a bag of sugary clouds? As I precariously held my marshmallow over the flames, I could feel the weight of history upon me—great explorers have nothing on my quest for the perfect golden brown. The sweet aroma filled the air, mingling with the scent of smoke. And let’s not forget the glory of watching half of my marshmallow charred to oblivion. Truly, a rite of passage!