johnny, eat your heart out…
The holidays always makes one nostalgic, doesn’t it?
Among the many things I’m thankful for this holiday season is my childhood, which was filled with so much adventure and good food. And they went hand-in-hand – almost literally – in this tidy little tin box that I carried to school every day from pre-school through kindergarten. Okay, maybe part of first grade too. I really can’t remember.
At some point, I graduated to the paper bag, which was so much more sanitary (lunch boxes have this unmistakable “locker room banana” smell that I still can’t shake), disposable, transient, and imagination-killing.
Luke, Bo, Daisy, Uncle Jesse, Boss Hogg – the whole gang – kept me company through countless colouring books, field trips, and the dreaded nap times. It was the envy of many a rambunctious classmates, and a few girls too. Thanks mom and dad – you were and still are the best!
What was your first lunch box?
To see the rest of this lunch box, CLICK HERE. (The title of this post is an inside joke – he’ll understand when he sees it.)