We've had a discussion about the largely regional differences in what we call it, so we don't need to repeat that here, but I'm interested in how much of it we're still drinking in the latter stages of adulthood.
I drank a fair amount of it as a child because, while candy was in relatively short supply at my house, there was no shortage of pop, and that was compounded by the fact that my grandfather owned the local IGA store. My dad also made several batches of root beer from a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving to New Year's Day, and we could help ourselves to that. Once in a while, Mom would question whether we actually needed another one, but we could easily avoid her by waiting until she was not in the kitchen.
When I adopted my son, I stopped stocking soft drinks in the refrigerator for a few years because I had a sense they probably weren't the healthiest drink in the world, so I stocked juices and stuff instead.
As a later adult, I resumed drinking quite a lot of pop, although I quit referring to it as anything in particular after moving to California, and I continued to drink a lot of it until several months ago, when I thought I was going to die of an intestinal blockage, or that I might end up with crapping into a bag. I was put on a low-residue diet that also restricted carbonated drinks to no more than one a month.
That experience scared me, so it was at least three months before I dared try a Diet Moxie, my favorite, and I felt uncomfortably bloated. A couple of months later, I tried another one, but didn't finish it. I guess I'm done with carbonated soft drinks, and I am not bothered by it.
I drank a fair amount of it as a child because, while candy was in relatively short supply at my house, there was no shortage of pop, and that was compounded by the fact that my grandfather owned the local IGA store. My dad also made several batches of root beer from a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving to New Year's Day, and we could help ourselves to that. Once in a while, Mom would question whether we actually needed another one, but we could easily avoid her by waiting until she was not in the kitchen.
When I adopted my son, I stopped stocking soft drinks in the refrigerator for a few years because I had a sense they probably weren't the healthiest drink in the world, so I stocked juices and stuff instead.
As a later adult, I resumed drinking quite a lot of pop, although I quit referring to it as anything in particular after moving to California, and I continued to drink a lot of it until several months ago, when I thought I was going to die of an intestinal blockage, or that I might end up with crapping into a bag. I was put on a low-residue diet that also restricted carbonated drinks to no more than one a month.
That experience scared me, so it was at least three months before I dared try a Diet Moxie, my favorite, and I felt uncomfortably bloated. A couple of months later, I tried another one, but didn't finish it. I guess I'm done with carbonated soft drinks, and I am not bothered by it.
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