I'm old enough to remember a cereal called Super Sugar Crisp. The spokes-animal was a small brownish critter with half-shut eyes and Dean Martin's voice. And it really did contain the word "sugar" as part of its name, kids. That's correct, "sugar". And not just sugar. Super sugar. When I was five years old, a bowl of SSC at 6am was enough to keep me flying like a dervish until noon. That's when my mom would fix my brother and me off brand boiled hot dogs and Campbell's Tomato Soup. We'd be stoked with enough sodium and nitrates to preserve King Tut. Ahh, the fifties. Good times.
Woops, almost forgot. My favorite cereal today? Kellogg's Frosted Flakes. It's wonderful, and hasn't changed in fifty years (Tony has yet to steer me wrong). I especially love that last half-cup of flake dust and raw sugar at the bottom of the box. Takes me back to the heady days of my youth...