I just saw somebody heating up a pop tart in a toaster oven today at work and it reminded me of Adam’s daily diet. He would eat an iced strawberry pop tart every morning from when he was a child to when he finished college, and maybe even after that. He’d always pull the edges off of each (or the “crust”) because there was no filling there. I could never get into pop tarts and I didn’t really understand why he liked them so much. I just always remember seeing a sink full of pop tart crusts every morning, where Adam would dump them.
It’s these little memories that I want to hold on to that really make me smile.
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