Fresh Bread

When I was a kid, when the weekend rolled around, my brother and I would walk down to the local bakery to get rolls for lunch.

The bakery knew what our order would be, and got it ready for us as soon as they saw us come in.

That is one of my favourite memories from childhood.

And, sadly, it is one that my son may not get to enjoy.

Our local, almost everything are on the verge of being extinct, if they aren’t already.

Instead, replaced by big cold, relationship-less corporate chains.

We have traded those relationships and experiences away for convenience, and cost, ignoring the value that it brought to the community, and our childhood.

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