while looking down the cereal aisle the other day, and trying to make my decision based solely on which had the most bad ass toy; I remembered a moment from my childhood that my parents will never let me forget....
the year 1986, the age 7. t was a saturday afternoon and I was enjoying some cartoons. *news flash*...."serial killer strikes again!" the story made my heart race. as quickly as I could get myself up and out of my dad's chair, I raced to the kitchen. my parents were in there getting lunch ready. I sped through my mom's legs, slung open the cabinet doors, and grabbed as many boxes of cereal that my little hands could hold. I ran over to the trash can and flung every last box into it. I turned to my parents and proudly stated "I just saved us all!! there is a cereal killer on the loose and we have to be careful". 5 minutes later after peeling themselves off the linoleum floor... from laughter...they pulled themselves together long enough to explain the difference between 'serial' and 'cereal'
innocence...once lost, never regained
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