The Childhood Drink

The love for Little Hug Fruit Barrels was always there.

One sip or Two sips, there was always one more sips left to spare

I always asked my mother, can I have these but the answer was always,

No because you won’t drink all of these.

With a pout on my face, I always dreaded those days

But one day it all changed,

I no longer loved those sugar filled drinks.

My mouth was filled with distaste as it hit my lips.

No longer the the flavors I remembered, all the colors tasted the same with no variations

It was just sugar and water with a little bit of color.

The child in me began to run in fear because I realized I was now an adult with no love for Little Hug Fruit barrels.