A Popcorn Tree

When I was a kid, my sister and her friend took a kernel of popcorn and placed it in the ground. Eventually, the idea was that, a tree would grow yielding cobs of corn suitable for popping, like an apple tree produces bushels of apples. No longer would they be tethered to Shop Rite or A&P or to the whims of our parents who held the power of popcorn in their hand like some hold life and death. It would have been a sweet liberation (at least where popcorn was concerned). The plan went astray. We all learned the hard way, (with me being on the sidelines), that corn doesn't become a tree, but a stalk, and popcorn from a container of Orville Redenbacher don't become stalks either. What a shame. It would have been nice to be playing on a tire-swing tethered on the branchof a popcorn tree. If it was hot enough it might have been interesting to see, hear and feel if all the kernels on that tree would pop covering a field in a blanket of popcorn while little bits of hot popcorn rain on me while on the tire swing. Oh well.