Remembering Orange Crush

Orange Crush made us feel grown. We were kind of older, on our own. Grape Kool-aide was set aside. We had cola now, and potatoes, fried. I remember thinking the fizz made me feel old. I was all of fifteen; Orange Crush taste was gold. We were wearing two-pieced swim suits on the beach. Eating hamburgers too, which cost twenty-five cents apiece.