So today I’m at the grocery store and realize that Quisp has made a comeback. Interesting. I mean, I used to love this stuff, which is basically flat sugary disks that taste like Cap’n Crunch. Still, it took me back to my great-granny’s house. There was always a box in her kitchen, which you had to get to through a dark room in which a life-size little girl doll sat in a rocking chair in the corner. Staring at you the whole time.
This has an effect on a four year old.
While memories of goosebumps past roll through my mind, I snap a quick picture of the box with my phone. A phone not hard-wired to the wall, beside a little table with a dedicated gossip stool. A phone which is also a camera. And a few other things.
Yes, I’ve become one of those people who realize just how much things have changed in my lifetime. One of those people who wonder what the four year olds of today will be nostalgic about in forty-four years and how they’ll document it.
No deep thoughts here, just observations of the worlds inside and outside my head.
Off to eat homemade lasagna. FAR better than Quisp
