Last night, Ryan and I were sharing a bottle of grape soda, (we’ve been watching through M*A*S*H–Radar’s grape nehi and all…), and as soon as I had my first sip, I was instantly five years old at my Grandma’s house again.
Grandma passed on when I was seven, so I don’t have a lot of memories of her. I remember her house really well, though, and experiences I had there. One of my fondest (and strongest) memories is of the soda she had. Maybe it’s just because I was a child, and soda was such a novelty, but in my memory, she had a never-ending supply of soda in the basement. And the flavors! Cola, grape, orange, lemon-lime, cream soda, black cherry, root beer, 50/50…she had it all! To this day, when I drink certain flavors of soda, I can’t help but think of her (I feel the same way when I see the Brach’s pick-a-mix candy display, thanks to the drawer full of it she always had!).
It’s funny the things that trigger memories you would otherwise assume are long forgotten!