Childhood Memory

It was over 10 years ago; I remember it like yesterday. I sat on the tiled counter with a mess all over the place. Cinnamon scents flooded the air. I’m pretty sure glue was in my hair. The scent made me hungry; I wanted to eat. The “cookies” we made looked like a treat. I tried one, then realized it wasn’t food. The little “treat” we made was not good. My grandma freaked out when she saw what I had done. The cookie we made was a decoration for fun. Christmas was nearing and my grandma wanted memories. The “cookie” we made was meant for our tree. Turns out it was an ornament I wasn’t supposed to eat. I laugh about it now, but way back when I was three I was really mad it wasn’t a cookie meant for me