It seems that most historical studies in elementary schools revolved around three topics: Abraham Lincoln (his early life, never the Emancipation Proclamation or Gettysburg Address), Martin Luther King Jr., and the discovery of chocolate by the Aztecs. Being the all-things-sugar loving child I was, when given a choice, I would delve into the ancient world of my favorite snack.
When reading the 15 page "textbooks," I was always shocked and saddened by the fact that chocolate wasn't sweetened in its early days, and didn't come neatly packaged inside a Hershey wrapper. It came as a bitter, hot, liquid. My mission was to taste the origin of my joy. To become the Queen of the Aztecs (I was six, give me a break.)
In 7th grade, I was given the opportunity to taste raw cocoa. Here was my chance. I was about to assume my position as ruler of the fine confections. I hated it. I swallowed it with a grimace and vowed that I would never go after so much power ever again.
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