I wandered about whatever Nostalgia was. I looked it up on the Internet, and found out. This is the perfect story to describe my nostalgia.

That cereal had been good. I watched as my sister ate the scrumptulescent “Marshmallow Mateys”. As her mouth opened disgustingly, I saw the beautiful rainbow of colors that is “Marshmallow Mateys” chewed up in the eater’s mouth.

A puddle of drool had formed at my feet, drowning my socks. Each individual marshmallow had its own story, each fun shape had been molded at the factory, but its journey was not finished until it was in the mouth.

Lucky Charms costed to much, and other brands were sour and tasted like lobster dump. But, “Marshmallow Mateys” was different. It really ouched my heart.

I beamed as I got my fifth bowl of the Godly stuff.