You’re told that an event that’s dear to your heart — an annual fair, festival, or conference — will be cancelled forever (or taken over by an evil organization). Write about it. For your twist, read your piece aloud, multiple times. Hone that voice of yours!
Lemonade is a heritage in the history of mankind. It is also one of the drink I grew up with. But not just any lemonade, there was a very special one, a recipe only known to my old man. Not that lemonade you might have in mind where it’s literally made from fresh lemons—no. Well, my dad’s lemonade was flavored, carbonated, processed into glass bottles—similar to soft drinks and commercialized. It was also the only business he ran back when he was young.
Dad was concerned about kids drinking too much carbonated drink, not healthy for the tummy he said (even until today!), so I didn’t get to drink it every time I wanted to and the storage was under strict supervision too! To produce extra bottles home every week wasn’t good for business either. Not to mention we needed to retain a few bottles to serve to our guests, just in case. As you might have guessed, supply was scarce.
If nowadays my fridge is loaded with cold beer, it was with lemonade back then. Coke or Sprite —as any other carbonated drink— was our competitor, so we defied them. But business is business, whoever is more efficient and profitable wins. Plus the amount of carbon dioxide they managed to pressurize in a single bottle is top notch. That’s the technology we didn’t have. Eventually he couldn’t keep the company, sold his business and retired. It certainly wasn’t the happiest moment of our life journey but we moved on, life moves on. Writing this piece brings back the sweet memory where cheers and smiles were brought together by a simple drink called lemonade. But look at the bright side, my dad doesn’t have to go sun-bathing every single day to make a living anymore!
We miss you, so long.