Time Travel

Tonight I slipped a spoonful of pineapple sherbet into my mouth and was immediately transported back to evenings spent at my grandma's house when I was little. Little enough to stick my legs, bruised and scarred from playing in the oak behind her house all day long, under the tiny stool in her kitchen. Little enough to be completely satiated by that single scoop of pineapple sherbet in the little slate - colored bowls. I would suck all the sherbet off the tiny pineapple pieces and then slowly chew the pineapple, savoring the sweet taste. It was my favorite thing in the world.

When my Dad was traveling, my grandma would pick me up from pre-school and make me open-face cheese sandwiches. She'd place it on my little plate and then make silly, sad, or smiley faces with ketchup. I remember watching in delight and fingering a little plastic turtle. Later when my mom would come to pick me up, I'd get to sit under that stool while they chatted for a few minutes, and eat an ENTIRE SCOOP of that sherbet.

It's odd how something as small as sherbet can evoke such memories. Odd that I used to like ketchup on my cheese sandwiches......