When I was six or seven years old, I went to a Boy Scout meeting with my brother, his good buddy Mike and Mike's Dad.
After the Boy Scout meeting, we exited the church and about two or three inches of fresh fluffy snow had fallen on the ground.
Mike turned to his Dad "Let get some donuts!!!"
Mike's Dad nodded and said, "Sounds good to me, let's go."
We all hopped into his truck (not sure what type it was) and zoomed out of the church parking lot and onto the snow-covered road.
My brother and Mike were talking about the Boy scout meeting (something about a box car derby, if memory serves correctly). I wasn't listening because all I could think about was tasting those fresh, piping hot glazed donuts followed by a nice, glass of fresh milk.
I was pretty giddy with excitement to say the least.
"We're here," Mike's Dad yelled as he pulled into Steeple Valley Middle School.
"Sweet," cheered my brother.
"Yeah," screamed Mike.
"Cool," I shouted.
Was there some sort of bake sale going on at the school that I didn't know about? I didn't care. I was hungry for some donuts. Chocolate covered. Old-fashioned. Smothered in white icing with those little flickers of funfetti on top. It didn't matter to me. My stomach started to grumble with anticipation. I couldn't contain myself.
All of a sudden Mike's Dad hit the gas and started twisting and turning the car around school parking lot. The car slid and twisted around the basketball hoops implanted in the middle of the playground while Mike and my brother hooted and hollered with glee.
I'll have to admit. It was pretty fun. It felt like a roller coaster ride at Cedar Point.
Then, just like that, Mike's dad pulled his truck out of the parking lot. Mike and my brother were giving each other high fives and telling Mike's dad how awesome he was.
We got dropped off at home and said our goodbyes to Mike and his father.
As my brother ran inside with his yellow bandana hopping in the wind, I stood there in the falling snow an utterly confused kid.
What in the hell just happened?
And where in the fuck were my donuts?