Sometimes memories from my childhood pop into my head and they fill me warmth and sadness. Warmth because they are happy fuzzy memories that happened during a time when I felt the safest and most secure. Sadness because I know I'll never feel that way again.
For some reason fish chips as a kid always made me happy. When the other kids were ordering cheeseburgers and big macs, I wanted the filet-o-fish. Then as I got older I stopped eating the filet-o-fish and starting eating big macs.
I no longer eat big macs. The last one, I think was around 1991 but fish and chips are still in my top ten.
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