Manchester Middle Majestic Lions

Whenever I have hot chocolate, I think of my days of playing football. Someone’s mother would always be sure to have it piping hot for those cold days on the field. The scent would warm my icy cold nose. Once the warm Styrofoam touched against my lips, I knew I was in for a treat. The cholcolatey sip of cocoa and water and sometimes a marshmallow to chew. As it passed my tongue and flowed down my esophagus into my stomach, my body would begin to warm throughout. It would feel as if it were filling my extremities with its luscious cocoa beans. After I had had enough, I would get a refill, just to keep my hands warm against the cup.