Yes, McDonalds is my gateway to my childhood. The cheeseburgers remind me of time spent with my dad and the chicken McNuggets were one of the first things I was able to buy at McDonalds all by myself!
Sometimes, when I’m sad about missing my dad (or him missing all the cool stuff I’m doing), I go to McDonalds. This is maybe 2-3 times per year and somehow…it takes me back to childhood.
Before the drama. Before the divorce.
Bluey my Chihuahua waiting for the french fries tonight with me
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