And I’m sitting here eating my bed lunch, enjoying a bowl of Fruitloops.
It reminds me of my Nan. The first smell of the bowl just as I’m stirring it. Takes me back to Nan’s house sitting at her table after a night of WWF, Nintendo, sleepover.
Fruit Loops reminds me of my Nan.
It’s like a little piece of back home I guess. 🙂
Who would have thunk it?!