Ever since I was about three years old, my Dad and I would wake up at around 5:30 A.M to go and get croissants, (among other pastries, of course). It was our little tradition, every Saturday bright and early. Now we don't go as often or as early, but every now and then, my Dad and I share some croissants at the bakery. Every time I see a croissant I think of all the joyous times I spent with my Dad so many years ago.