Oatmeal Memories

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“We need something no one will ever guess.  Something like… oatmeal!” I still remember being impressed with Anne’s choice of password for our carefully constructed blanket and pillow fort.  What a perfectly normal and bland sort of word.  It was downright unguessable and totally lacking in magic.  It was perfect. I can’t remember whether we were trying to keep older or younger siblings from crashing our fort that day, but twenty years later, and in a much more password driven society, I still think of her pronouncing oatmeal, and how we both knew instantly it was perfect.  I had previously … Continue reading