I went to camp for a week each summer when I was a kid. It was Camp Moses Merrill in northeast Nebraska. The camp had a little snack shack where every afternoon we were allowed to buy snacks and sodas. My parents gave me some spending money that was kept as a 'bank' to be used at the snack shack.
I remember buying an orange or grape soda every afternoon. Camp was full of interesting experiences that I have not really had except when I went each summer. When I graduated from high school, I was a counselor there for a couple of summers. I still bought grape sodas at the snack shack as I moved into young adulthood.
I haven't really thought about those camp experiences until recently when I walked past the vending machines at the apartment complex I live at. Crush sodas are available in that machine... orange, strawberry, and grape. I had an impulse and purchased a grape soda from that machine a few weeks ago.
I was so excited about how delicious it was that I bought a six pack of grape Crush at Walmart Neighborhood Market when Anthony and I went grocery shopping on Sunday. I have been drinking one every night this week. Every one of them has been wonderful.
Life can often be complicated. But, I do my best to keep myself happy by finding simple things that bring me joy whether it's taking pictures, walking the dog, or drinking a grape soda.
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| Oh grape soda, how I love thee. |
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| Grape me. |