I can perfectly recall the time it has become my favourite piece of food. Well, my mother would say that food and sweets aren’t the same, but… who is really that fussy?
5 years counted my not-that-long-lifetime when it happened.
My older brother and I woke up rather early. Our parents were still sound asleep. That’s why we decided to play a game.
Enjoying one of our favourite games – that is to say imagining – we pretended to be adventurers. Just like Indiana Jones.
The house – excuse me – the temple was divided into three underground levels the treasure was on the lowest. Very, very deep down inside of this giant maze of caves and tunnels.
We carefully avoided the first trap. Giant iron bars which were meant to ensure that the monsters guarding the temple couldn’t break free.
Next we reached the second level: We had to find the key hidden somewhere in between a lot of fake ones. If we got the wrong key we would activate another deadly trap. Perhaps a giant boulder to make pancakes out of us?
Very, very carefully we figured out which one had been the right key. We checked thrice that it was the right one!
Then came the most difficult part. We had to make sure not to make a single noise in this ancient, creaking, moaning and groaning building… Otherwise the monsters would wake up and capture us. Sure enough that would mean game over and above all: no treasure.
When we finally sneaked up to the room where the treasure was hidden and put in the key… holding our breaths out of excitement… the key turned… a soft click could be heard… and the door opened… we faced our last challenge separating us from our treasure: The treasure was inconveniently safe glancing down from an exaggerated height.
We managed to use a chair to climb upon the kitchen counter. But we still couldn’t reach the treasure. We streched feeling at least 20centimeters taller doing so… My brother being a tiny little bit taller than me finally reached the tin – excuse me (again) – treasure chest. We climbed back down und sneaked back to the surface leaving the temple so we could open the treasure at our headquarters.
Having become a little hungry due to our adventure we enjoyed eating the chocolate chip cookies together. Laughing and snuggling close until we fell asleep once again.
This first adventure and our precious treasure has maintained our bond. Not only that… it was also a source for many other adventures following like diving undersea to get a treasure protected from a giant octopus or from bandits like Lucky Luke used to.
Well, in the end the most important fact is probably that they always have, still do and ever will taste great.
Sorry, I didn’t make it on time 🙂