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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Snap crackle pop as i lay my ear down to the rim of the warm orange bowl, tiny fireworks shoot into my ears, like a tiny pebble skipping on gravel. Little me slouching in my grandmas rustic wooden chair I hear birdsong and caws through the stained glass window, beamed in by the Sunday morning sun. My favourite part of going to my grandparents was the mornings. Grandma making sandwiches to bring to the church. Papa watching the history channel, sitting on his raggedy brown leather chair, his iPad and other miscellaneous antique grandparent items basking on the coffee table in the living room. As a kid, i was never allowed to eat past the line connecting the dining room to living room. I would sit on my bright blue booster seat with my chocolate cone dribbling down my tiny, sticky fingers. On the line of the living room- my papa beside me, turtle ice cream cone in hand. You could also find me on the plasticky-feeling, shiny green mat under the kitchen sink, while I gazed at my grandma scrubbing dishes, ice cream and saliva covering my rosy face. My grandparents always told me to not use too much sugar but obviously as a child we oblige happily to whatever comes to mind. Put as much sugar in your cereal as you please, smear that ice cream all over your face. In their tiny mind there is no life long consequence of a fulfilling sugary breakfast. Back when the world still had a dewy contrast , to us they were just penniless actions, not yet aware of the pain of scraping your raw knee open. We weren’t thinking about how maybe our body could change tomorrow, because of too much sugar in our cereal. Even if sometimes we did, that feeling in no way is put to scale the feeling of pure innocence, innocence without a consequence. - Casha b
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