The other day I saw a commercial advertising juice boxes, and it reminded me how much I miss my youth. Lunchtime in grade school was the best. Hostess cakes, ding dongs, fruit snacks, PB & J sandwiches, and of course -- the juice box.
As kids we would dump the food onto the cafeteria table, sizing it up against the goodies of our friends.
"I'll trade you my oreos for your snack pack."
"No way! Snack pack pudding is the greatest!"
At last, the final piece of the puzzle concluded with the straw puncturing through the opening of the Motts juice box or the Tropical Punch flavored Capri Sun. Now we eat our lunch with a bottle of water or popping open a can of soda -- just not the same. Something about a straw and squeezing the life out of juice box cannot be replicated with any other drink.
Oh those were the days...
No comments:
Post a Comment