The Morning Ritual
“Good morning good morning
good morning good morning
good morning, a
Nothing to do to save his life call his wife in
Nothing say but what a day how's your boy been
Nothing to do, it's up to you
I've got noting to say but it's O.K.”
--John Lennon—“Good Morning” from the album Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, 1967.
Cereal Knowledge is a great thing.
In my youth, I would literally eat half of a box of Cocoa Puffs while tormenting my older sister every morning. I awoke at the crack of dawn, like my father before me and proceed down to the kitchen to eat cereal with a big stack of comic books. My favorites cereals were Cocoa Puffs, Captain Crunch with Crunch Berries, Fruit Loops and Apple Jacks.
Now if it seems my mother was not too cautious about nutrition for the kids, one must remember that we all ate disgusting crap in the 1970s. So that said, leave Mom alone.
Karen hated waking up when I did. I would talk incessantly to her, and she would consistently tell me to be quiet. Karen would never admit to being a morning person. Strangely, I never remember Mark being at breakfast. He must have been sleeping.
I was too much like my father, as I believe sleep is for fools. There is too much to do during the waking hours to take one’s time by sleeping it off. I still feel this way, as does dear old Dad.
If one was to give their kids sugar-filled cereal, one must obviously love their child and hate the school district. I mean, I was a hyper kid to begin with: adding sugar to mix was downright cruel.
If one gave their children “healthy cereals,” one was kidding one’s self. My folks tried that oatmeal crap only to realize I was a lost cause. How could anyone eat that vomit?
Parents who love their children gave them the sugary garbage that sustained them through the day. Most notable of these cereals include the fore-mentioned Cocoa Puffs, Captain Crunch (all varieties), Apple Jacks, Fruit Loops, Super Sugar Crisp, Honey Combs, Quisp (a personal favorite) Quakes (later called King Vitamin) and the king of cereals: Frosted Flakes. Top it off with a Pop Tart (Brown Sugar and Cinnamon) and every kid was in heaven.
Added to the sugar high, the kids were given cool toys and trinkets.
Life was so much better then.
--John Lennon—“Good Morning” from the album Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, 1967.
Cereal Knowledge is a great thing.
In my youth, I would literally eat half of a box of Cocoa Puffs while tormenting my older sister every morning. I awoke at the crack of dawn, like my father before me and proceed down to the kitchen to eat cereal with a big stack of comic books. My favorites cereals were Cocoa Puffs, Captain Crunch with Crunch Berries, Fruit Loops and Apple Jacks.
Now if it seems my mother was not too cautious about nutrition for the kids, one must remember that we all ate disgusting crap in the 1970s. So that said, leave Mom alone.
Karen hated waking up when I did. I would talk incessantly to her, and she would consistently tell me to be quiet. Karen would never admit to being a morning person. Strangely, I never remember Mark being at breakfast. He must have been sleeping.
I was too much like my father, as I believe sleep is for fools. There is too much to do during the waking hours to take one’s time by sleeping it off. I still feel this way, as does dear old Dad.
If one was to give their kids sugar-filled cereal, one must obviously love their child and hate the school district. I mean, I was a hyper kid to begin with: adding sugar to mix was downright cruel.
If one gave their children “healthy cereals,” one was kidding one’s self. My folks tried that oatmeal crap only to realize I was a lost cause. How could anyone eat that vomit?
Parents who love their children gave them the sugary garbage that sustained them through the day. Most notable of these cereals include the fore-mentioned Cocoa Puffs, Captain Crunch (all varieties), Apple Jacks, Fruit Loops, Super Sugar Crisp, Honey Combs, Quisp (a personal favorite) Quakes (later called King Vitamin) and the king of cereals: Frosted Flakes. Top it off with a Pop Tart (Brown Sugar and Cinnamon) and every kid was in heaven.
Added to the sugar high, the kids were given cool toys and trinkets.
Life was so much better then.
posted by Eric Sweetwood at 2:42 PM
1 Comments:
Now yer talkn' my language! I loved all off those cereals, but as an only child for nearly 12 glorious years, I was the only one up in the morning and rather than comics, I watched the late, great Ray Rayner and his magic suit of post-it notes. I did have a strange attraction to both shredded wheat and grape nuts though. Still do.
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