After gorging on these I eventually decided to go for it & I ate some of the known sugary cereals. I began with this one. I'd already begun drinking chocolate milk, a no-no at Mom & Dad's house; it wasn't even something they'd buy. So instead of having this cereal & balancing out (literally) my tray with a glass of skim white milk in one corner, & a glass of chocolate milk in the other corner, I began eating this cereal instead. I truly felt like such a rebel. Two huge "house" no-nos...chocolate milk *&* sugary cereal. My oh my what was I getting myself into? đ
So it went on like this for some time. Me, getting my glass of skim white milk & my glass of chocolate milk & a bowl of this cereal. I'd find a seat in the cafeteria & begin working on indulging in this breakfast. Because I felt so strongly about not putting either of the milks directly on my cereal, I could easily, & comfortably explain to those classmates who'd join me of my disdain for potentially soggy cereal, even for those varieties designed to be saturated in milk first. Milk would be alongside my cereal. I ate my bites & then drank the liquids from the glasses balancing my tray corners in order to wash down my sugary breakfast cereal. It was one of my first "believing in myself" moments. Ordinarily as a kid, even more especially as an adolescent, I'd have quivered at trying to be my own person in such a situation. I was sufficiently able to not put the milk on my cereal, have it on my meal tray, have peers sit around me, & shrug if anyone thought it didn't add up enough to "digest" the concept for themselves. It was what it was. And it still remains so. That's the way I roll. đ
Eventually I tried a few others. Especially giving a-go to this. Why not? It was chocolate flavored. Destined to energize & roundly complete any studious college student's first meal of the day. đ
I hadn't really given much thought to this cereal, that is, not until "the basket". So it went on like this for some time. Me, getting my glass of skim white milk & my glass of chocolate milk & a bowl of this cereal. I'd find a seat in the cafeteria & begin working on indulging in this breakfast. Because I felt so strongly about not putting either of the milks directly on my cereal, I could easily, & comfortably explain to those classmates who'd join me of my disdain for potentially soggy cereal, even for those varieties designed to be saturated in milk first. Milk would be alongside my cereal. I ate my bites & then drank the liquids from the glasses balancing my tray corners in order to wash down my sugary breakfast cereal. It was one of my first "believing in myself" moments. Ordinarily as a kid, even more especially as an adolescent, I'd have quivered at trying to be my own person in such a situation. I was sufficiently able to not put the milk on my cereal, have it on my meal tray, have peers sit around me, & shrug if anyone thought it didn't add up enough to "digest" the concept for themselves. It was what it was. And it still remains so. That's the way I roll. đ
Eventually I tried a few others. Especially giving a-go to this. Why not? It was chocolate flavored. Destined to energize & roundly complete any studious college student's first meal of the day. đ
See, those people who say, "I never win anything." I've never been one of those people. Or, at least my memory has been better, & I've actually remembered winning the "somethings" that I've won & therefore never say I've not won anything ever before. (Or, is it just that I'm that honest? đ.) Case in point: The basket of goodies put up for raffle in the school's cafeteria. Basically anyone who ate in the college cafeteria on the designated day - in having their school ID scanned, their name was officially entered. My name got pulled at the end of the day. đ I got the phone call. đ
Incidentally the biggest things I remember from that winning basket are two notebooks, one in blue, & one in green (my two favorite colors! â€đâ€), & an oversized t-shirt emblazoned with this cereal. I was super excited about the winning. As I attended a pretty small sized college, lots of the students were aware of the basket raffle, &, as I won it the year I lived on campus furthest away from the cafeteria, I needed to traipse further with the basket that year than I would've needed to any other year. Therefore plenty of students saw me pass on by. I received many an offer for assistance with getting the basket back to my dorm room...If I'd share some of my winnings with them. đ The basket wasn't too heavy, though I needed to put it down every here & there in order to re-grasp it & re-orient myself with its weight. I'd smile, re-orient myself, & be on my way.
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