Memories

So this morning when I got up I was greeted by the smell of something baking. I went downstairs and as I entered the kitchen I saw my Mom pulling muffins out of the oven. They were the oatmeal muffins I use to eat as a kid growing up.
Eating one gave me back memories I had forgotten. Of waking up and helping her make them. While still wearing my pj's. Waiting patiently for them to bake so I could eat them. Then once they came out of the oven they would have to cool and I remember waiting and it felt like forever waiting. But, that first bite of the muffin was always amazing. Being warm and soft. While sitting at the table talking with my brothers and sister. Then after getting school done.
My mom would always make a lot of them so we would always have them on hand. I loved them I would eat them as a snack and then for breakfast again the next morning.
Having them first come out of the oven is amazing. I even remember some days I would eat them in front of the TV while watching PBS or qubo. Those were my favorite channels to watch. The show Jacob two was my sisters' favorite show to watch when she was 3.

Since eating that muffin it is like a wave of memories is flooding in. I remember how I felt and how the weather was. or even the exciting things we did that day. And while they are happy memories I feel slightly sad. Because I'm grown up now. Not a kid anymore. But, I need to keep moving forward and make more memories. :)