im eating a bowl of lucky charms right now, reminiscing about how when i was a little girl, probably between 8 and 11 i would beg my mom to get blueberry morning for our cereal for the mornings. my sisters always wanted reeses puffs, or fruity pepples or some normal cereal that most chiuldren enjoy. not some bran flakes cereal that old people get because it's good for them. i liked blueberry morning simply because i felt grown up for eating it. as i eat my lucky charms, i realize, i could have been eating these delightful marshmallow pieces for breakfast all during my childhood, but no i have to have the horrid blueberry morning. weird what kids will do to feel grown up.