When I was a kid my Father use to send me to the store near our house to get milk for him. He always sent me there because he'd also give me an extra few dollars to get some candy for myself. I use to love doing these trips for him, and would grab my bike and race to the store as fast as I could.
I will never forget the time the bag broke and the milk spilled all over the place. I was so upset that I went home crying that I had dropped the milk. When I got home my dad asked me what had happened and I told him still sobbing (I was maybe 6 or 7 at the time). He picked me up and said let's get a new one. He drove us back to the store. He grabbed a new jug of milk, bought me an ice cream cone, and went home.
I don't know why out all of the things I remember as a kid that's one of my stronger memories. But it's stuck with me. And this cache is near the spot the bag ripped and the milk was spilled.