I miss Sunday breakfasts at MacDonalds, the days when the Macs at King Albert's Park was one of my favourite haunts, the peroids of laughter and joy as I ran through the segregations of balls and the stuffy tunnels that the playground there provides. Hell, that was a long time ago. The place's still there, minus the playground though. And there's this heavy sense of nostalgia that hits me whenever I pay the place a visit.