Jordanese is taking over my childhood

As I'm sure I've mentioned before, I, either due to a block of some terrible happening or just a case of poor brain function, have managed to retain next to no memories of my childhood. Don't get me wrong. I have a few. One of which being a summer camp my family attended each and every year, Pine Cove. This is a camp that had separate areas for different age groups. There was family camp for parents and parents with young children. Then there was a camp called Towers for the middle school aged set. Last there was Ranch camp for the high schoolers. I have memories from each and every level. Very clear ones.

Now don't laugh but one memory was going to breakfast each morning and picking out my Captain Crunch cereal. I had just discovered it that year and could have honestly eaten it each and every meal. I had a slight obsession with it. (Yes, my priorities are odd)

As "an adult", I have not purchased Captain Crunch all that often. I'm sure it's due to my ability to talk myself out of "junk" food, for the most part, while AT the grocery store. I always hate myself later, in the wee hours of the munchy infested night, for having this special talent. None the less, it never ends up in my pantry. I do however, think of my camp days every time I pass by it at the store.

What possessed me to purchase it this last week is beyond me. Maybe I was on a sugar low when I went shopping. In any case, it ended up coming home with me. Well now, the kids have discovered it. The kids eat it like it's going out of style. By the fistfuls.

This morning Little J stole my camp memory. He has literally managed to overlay my special childhood thoughts with one that will forever make me think of him. From now on, as I stroll down the cereal aisle, I will giggle as I walk past the "Crappin' Munch".

What a nut!