What does this item mean to you?
In all honesty, I was at the grocery store, and saw it, and laughed to myself while watching the other shoppers steer clear of me. After all, syrup is such a humorous item, of course people pick it up and take pictures of it and giggle in the middle of the aisle.
But I thought of Kat and Angie first of all... then of my dad, because it was his favorite. Weirdly enough, that order used to go the other way around, but oh well.
I can write a whole story around this picture. This yellow can is my childhood. Can you? Is there some object from your childhood that you can pick up and have a memory make a story? Even a tiny one like a vignette?
Send it to me!