posted on Mar, 9 2010 @ 10:34 PM
I would miss apple juice. Actually, I still miss apple juice. Not the kind in big jugs, but the small, yellow, Motts juice box. When my parents and
I moved from New York to Illinois when I was 5, we lived at my grandparents until we could find a house for ourselves.
The thing I remember most about coming home from pre-school/kindergarten/first grade, was coming home to S'mores Poptarts, cut into 4 pieces, with
the crust cut off. A Motts Apple Juice box, with the little side flaps opened up for me. And the small tv in the kitchen on Nickelodeon, so I could
watch Rugrats or Double Dare 2000, or whatever the hell was on.
It was the Motts Apple Juice boxes that I awaited everyday. Also, the fact that it was given to me by the most loving human being who I will ever
meet made it that much better. I still go to the store to pick up groceries for my mom if she doesn't feel like doing it, and always make sure to
grab a pack of them if I can find them. They don't sell them in Target though, at least the one where I live.
But oh boy, Motts Apple Juice Boxes...greatest drink ever.