I know this doesn’t match the tone of the other entries, but whenever I think of my childhood these Saturday mornings are always at the forefront of my memory. Simple, enjoyable days like those are all I ever want as I grow up.

I think the imagery and randomness if childhood was really captured.

then the sudden sobering moment if adulthood.

nicely done!

Hey who cares if it’s not like the others? For me that’s a plus point. Very nicely written!
LoA

Good job. Nice memory there, and I echo Saint Chuck’s comment about being different is often a good thing.
But, cold waffles? Eewwww.

Really effective. Saturdays were powerful for me as well.

And the LEGO ref? Spot on! Nothing beats buckets of raw LEGO with plenty of wheels…

I love how you had to empty the WHOLE thing to find the ONE piece you needed to have a complete building (ship). Such a childlike thing to do!

No, it wasn’t like the others, but I still liked it a lot.
I just had a problem with the fluidity of the last sentence and the rest of the ficlet.