9 years: the length of the era in my life whereI ate a bowl of Special K Pink Berry cereal before school every morning. Special K, despite it being considered a so-called “healthy cereal,” always filled me up, and provided me with the energy to get through the day.
The crunch of the first couple bites was always the best, but as I slowly but surely made my way through the bowl, the soggy leftover bits would form clumps with the re-hydrated strawberries, creating a texture some would consider revolting. I loved it. The soggy explosions of flavor never failed to wake me up on mornings when I was tired. A bowl of Special K, despite its, what some would consider gruesome appearance, was always a treat, regardless of whether or not the bowl of brown mush with the occasional pink strawberry was consumed with milk, or just by itself. Many a morning was spent on the Marshall Lane playground, chomping and crunching on dry Special K.
Despite being hideous and “healthy,” Special K will always have a special place in my heart.