Imagination Can Bring Out Great Things

Imagine a million of these in your hometown

    It was a simple summer day. Breeze filled the atmosphere with short winds that were shorter than Nate Robinson, a basketball player of the Boston Celtics. You would think children my age would take advantage of this time of the day, but you had to know what the temperature was during that day. Even the clustered breezes couldn't stop the burning and scorching heat from taking over the city of Edison the now-tense Edison. Staying at home was the only option that didn't risk blindness from the unforgiving star of flames that produce an enjoyable heat until it over does it. For the time, me and my brother, Jeffrey, watched our favorite movie, Step Brothers, followed by the comedy, Pineapple Express. Sitting on the kitchen table where the feast of food our mom makes after returning from a hard day at work in RWJUH (Robert Wood Johnson University Hospital, was a Nutella jar, the hazelnut spread of magnificent wonders next to another jar of pretzels. Two foods that were used for eating. One was a spread, the other an actual snack.

We were both hungry so, why not. Pretzels mixed with chocolate; You don't hear that everyday. 

     Without hesitation, we snatched the combo with quickness that was faster than the superhero, The Flash. Dipping the pretzel into the jar of chocolate that was known as Nutella, Jeff inserted the delectable treat into his wide-opened mouth trying to see how it tastes. He was eating first to see if I sould try it or not because I never really try new things unless I am forced to. The bite of his teeth ripped through his 17-year old mouth. Chanting, he responded back to me with a roar that came from his now-chocolatey gums, "It ight' (Ight means alright.) Taste it." I dunked the pretzel into the Nutella like how "Superman" Dwight Howard dunks on unsuspecting victims of the other team. The chocolate, salty snack, pretzel with Nutella, drove directly in my mouth. Unicorns and dragons filled the air as I chewed every bite, enchanting the scene with magnificent wonders. This could be the next Batman and Robin, the next Starsky and Hutch, or the new Napoleon Dynamite an Pedro.  It tasted like I took my teeth and clobbered on a pony with rainbows in the fairy tale background. Smells of delectable sweetness invaded then conqured the wounded oxygen. An imaginary me, came along on the trip to everlasting happiness screaming from a distance, "come on Jake, eat like you never did before." Gnawings sounds attacked with a force of triumph.

     This duo of dynamics will now be the go-to food when ever I am in doubt, whenever I am in concern of weakness, I can always count on the unlikely team of salt pretzels and chocolate Nutella.