The can tells the story, I’m simply the narrator. If your childhood was like mine, than this image brings feelings of both pleasure & discord. Behold the joy of finding a can of spaghetti O’s hiding in the kitchen cabinet! A shinning beacon of pasta hope for the latch key kid. We were the generation of kids that had to figure stuff out on our own & sometimes I think we’re better for it. I am the person I am today because, when necessary, I could open up a can… (Pun fully intended).
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