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Before popcorn showed up in tidy little bags,it came with suspense.You stood at the stove,handle in your hand,eyes fixed on that foil dome.At first, nothing.Then a small twitch.Then a sound.Pop.Pop.Pop.The silver balloon swelled and lifted,growing bigger by the second.You waited, listening carefully.Too soon and kernels were wasted.Too late and the whole thing burned.The kitchen filled with the smell of butterand anticipationand a Saturday night that felt wide open.There were no apps pulling your focus.No screens asking for attention.Just the stove, the sound,and the quiet thrill of watching something simple turn into a treat.Some of the best moments were not instant.They asked for patience.And somehow, they always tasted better because of it.