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ok so i got out of bed cause i just thought of this and yes i'm feeling pretty damn miserable (2 not 1 but 2 mixing bowls of lucky charms, nearly a quart of milk, and about 14 oreos) but I thought about how for you non-cereal eaters that I look upon you with grand suspesicion. Who doesn't love cereal? Well I guess there could be the ones who ate mostly oatmeal or grits instead but I ate oatmeal too. Or there could be the ones claiming to have never hardly eaten cereal cause there parents made them eggs and such every day. Then I started to think who had the better childhood? The one who's parents had all the time in the world to make them this breakfast every morning or ones who had parents who had time sometimes others brough out the trusty cereal? It seems obvious at first but then i realized the noncereal eaters will never understand the simple goodness a bowl of cereal is to feeling like a kid again. Then I think to how many people missed alot of that growing up. The simple things. That they were so privledged that things were over looked like playing catch, bowls of cereals, snow, and catching fireflies. I grew up with all these things and more recently have I met people who have never seen snow or never seen a field full of fireflies to where you can run more then 10 feet and have a few glowing on you. To me that's sort of scary never to have witness the beauty of snow or the right with the world feeling a field of fireflies puts you in. All this simple beauty and I find it in little marshmellow shapes and corn puffs. (I still eye you non cereal eaters very carefully)