It was Christmas morning after a long Christmas Eve. I was about nine but I always thought I was an adult and I always acted more self-important than I actually was. After all, I am the oldest grandchild on that side of the family. As I sat at my grandma's kitchen table with my great-grandma sitting next to me I got up the courage to reach over and take that mug.
This was it. This was the moment I proved my adulthood. I made the journey and was ready for my task.
As I felt the warm heat from the dark liquid my heart began to race.
If I had only known that my life would be forever changed.
This one addiction would drive me to spend hundreds if not thousands of dollars.
I would drive all the way across town for one smooth drop of that dark, chocolate liquid.
So here, on Christmas morning, I began up the road of addiction, one that I still haven't quite gotten under control.
Coffee--the bane of my existence. If only you were so good.
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