Cheerios

My mom tells me that when I was a baby in my high chair, I loved Cheerios. I would eat them, play with them, throw them. They called me a Cheerio baby.

We took them everywhere as a snack. I remember that. At some point, I don't know how we got it, but we had a bright yellow plastic container in the shape of a Cheerio that had "Cheerio" written across the empty middle bit. I liked the way it felt in my hands.