I Am Flooded With Memories, Memories, Memories
When I was in elementary school I was microwaving one of those hotpockets for breakfast. I bit into it not thinking and if you've ever had one the insides are always molten lava. I burnt the hell out of my mouth, cried and my parents let me stay home from school. To this day my brother likes to give me shit for that. I'm sorry but it really hurt.