I read the “Old Man and The Sea” by Hemmingway, when I was around 12. I gleaned a view of the working man’s diet as described in that novel. It’s what got me drinking coffee for breakfast. I would relive that cherished “tin can” of coffee to make the day new, with milk and sugar.
That’s a good memory.
Memories.... I try to forget the bad ones and hang onto the good.
To think, I drank water from a garden hose and filled my mouth with as many sticks of Juicy Fruit gum that I could possibly stuff in there. Little did my generation know... we were all cheating death. ;>)