I remember being a small child sitting at the kitchen table. My siblings were present as well. On a cold winter morning we huddled around the frayed table cloth to feel the warmth of cinnamon toast...mehr sehenI remember being a small child sitting at the kitchen table. My siblings were present as well. On a cold winter morning we huddled around the frayed table cloth to feel the warmth of cinnamon toast fresh from my mother's oven. The aroma of toasted fresh bread, flavored with butter, cinnamon and sugar still fills my senses. What more can I say about who I am?weniger sehen