Selective Memory

The Moose (that would be hubby) and I stopped in to visit Mum today. As we left to go home, Mum gave the Moose his childhood favorite treat, Wagon Wheels. Well, mini wagon wheels. For those not familiar, Wagon Wheels consist of a round cookie base with a layer of marshmallow creme. The whole thing is then covered in chocolate. Apparently, when the Moose was a mere mooslet back in Jolly Olde, this was his favorite confection. Mum talked about the excited five year old Moose with thruppence (three pence for the non-Anglophile) clutched in his little hoof dashing out to get his Wagon Wheel, a young man on a mission. Lovely memories of childhood were dutifully and lovingly recalled.

Later this evening at home, over a cup of hot tea, the Moose happily started in on a mini Wagon Wheel (half the size of the original and twice as expensive - welcome to the 21st century). I asked him, 'So, how is it? Is it all you remembered it to be?' He swallowed and said, ' Yeah. Dry and slightly crappy.'

I couldn't stop laughing.

This one incident is enough to convince me that revisiting comforting childhood memories is better without reality intruding. Like so much else in life, a little self delusion is not necessarily a bad thing.