
“Kellogg’s!” Paradise’s name on earth. Except that we never got Kellogg’s, at least not at home, so we had to resort to the generosity of our friends’ parents who would let us sleep over on weekends. In the mornings, said friends’ mothers would then watch us in amazement as we gobbled down six or seven bowls of Smacks or Frosties, slumping round-backed in our seats, gazing fixedly at the back of a Kellogg’s cereal box, and devouring the both pointless yet fascinating trivia shown there. Continue »
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