I learned how to blow bubble-gum bubbles from a friend one day in church. I was sitting with said friend on the other side of the sanctuary from my mother (which was a rare occurrence and wasn't repeated for a loooong time after my misdeeds that Sunday) and she was showing me how to do it.
How I managed to miss the sizzling mental lightning bolts that were being sent to me by my mom across the void, I don't know, but the repercussions after the service ended were memorable. I assumed I was going to be 21 years old before I was trusted again to behave myself in church.
I don't chew bubble gum very often but when I do, I really, really like to blow bubbles.....and pop them loudly.