I just thought about Saturday mornings for me as a kid. My dad always got so pissed because I was up early (I had a hard time getting up early on school days). I would fire up the TV and watch cartoons... usually at a pretty loud volume (which would wake the whole house). And every Saturday morning my mom would set me up with a snack tray in front of said TV and serve me silver dollar pancakes.
I didn't have a good kidhood at home and these times were what gave me some sense of normalcy. Anyway - it's a great memory... Makes me wanna make some pancakes!
I didn't have a good kidhood at home and these times were what gave me some sense of normalcy. Anyway - it's a great memory... Makes me wanna make some pancakes!
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