Our bread is a real box of memories, you pick it up and immediately a wave of emotions. And if the box stores old notes, Hubba Bubba tattoos, caps and valentines, then the bread is the taste. The taste of mother's love and childhood. With the first piece, you remember the last day before the summer holidays... Teachers threaten that next year will be more difficult, but your thoughts are already in the yard. The last lesson is physical education, oh well! Just to the canteen for some bread and then home. With the second piece - camp. Arrival day, you feel too cool for all these chants and competitions. For dinner they give you a piece of bread, you chew and wait for the end of the day - hurry up to the disco! With the third... And with the third - make an order at Borscht Ukrainian cafe and check it yourself! This was a demo version. Bread evokes personal nostalgia for everyone. What are your most delicious memories?   Submitted By: