Frosting...

It is strange to think about the memories that stick with you. Everyday thousands of things happen to us that we forget or never even notice but sometimes the most trivial of events can stay with us for years. For example, I can still vividly remember an argument i had in 5th grade with a classmate about whether Minnesota or Maine was the northernmost state. 

The memory has been around for years: When I was about 16 I remember helping my mother put away the groceries. My mother was not the type to bake cupcakes pies or cakes... so it was irregular to have those supplies around. On this particular trip to the store however my mother had purchased some chocolate icing. Because it was a foreign item in our kitchen I turned to ask my mother where to put it.

I turned around and asked "hey mom, whe---"

"DON'T EAT IT!" she screamed at me. 

There are a couple of funny things about this scenario. First of all, although I am a bit overweight I certainly would not resort to eating just chocolate frosting out of the jar without anything on it. Secondly, she yelled it with such a sense of urgency I think she suspected I would rip to top off the jar and shove the entire contents into my mouth at once. It was a bizarre feeling.