My parents would sometimes travel
To visit family or friends
I would come with them on the ferry ride,
and beg for quarters to waste on the arcade machine
Those long trips looking out at the blue horizon
Will be ever affixed in my memories
And the objectively terrible flavour
(which I relished nonetheless)
Of soggy cafeteria fries
And congealed packet gravy
Still lingers on my lips
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