I was 10 years old. An old man shared his hot chips. It smelled like the smell of a baby. I was going to the town to go buy my Christmas clothes. There were 16 people in the taxi. Everyone wanted to taste the food but the old man decided to share with me. Yoh! That was the best meal ever. It was very noisy in the taxi. Some people were very drunk. It was December time. Every time I see hot chips, I remember that time. It smells like joy. Enjoyable.