The best tasting drink, ever.
When I was a kid, I would stare at the fresh orange juice making machine at Wilson Farms.
I was mesmerized, watching the machine cut, press, and squeeze the bright oranges into a large container. I would imagine how delicious it must have tasted. Because of the costs, we rarely bought it.
One day, a friendly worker saw me staring longingly at the fresh squeezed orange juice. He smiled and took a cup and filled it to the brim with the golden liquid. With a little wink and sparkle in his eyes, he gave it to me.
It was like fireworks in my mouth. The best tasting drink I had ever had.
To this day, fresh squeezed orange juice seems like a luxury, even though I routinely spend much more money on other trivial things. I only buy it for very special occasions.
Though friends would say I can easily afford it, childhood values and stories are hard to shake.
Everyone has childhood stories that shape who they are today. Instead of trying to persuade with logic and data, what would happen if we simply asked “why do you feel that way?”
What childhood stories shape your view of the world today?
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