Age 10 is kind of a great one, because you’re only awkward, but without the sweaty palms and the world still has so many experiences you. I tried strawberry milk for the first time summer of age 10, I also had a pretty disappointing experience with magic. My brother and I saw Lance Burton on television doing an hour routine/performance and he had one trick that involved regular milk, strawberry milk and chocolate milk – not mixed together because neapolitan milk is probably no bueno — and an illusion. The TV special was great fun, and I tried Strawberry milk for the first time and thought it pleasant and the flavor strong.
A week later my family went on a trip to Las Vegas and stayed at the Monte Carlo because omgwavepool. Lance Burton just happened to be performing at the hotel, small Vegas?, I was amped. We sat down in the cold, dark and cheesily carpeted theatre, the curtain went up and I was confronted with three different types of milk. This gave me the startling conclusion that magic is not magical the second go-about. It’s also given me a general distaste for strawberry milk.
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We had those same flavours in New Zealand. I remember the strawberry milk. It was never the same as real strawberries. I am pretty sure it isn’t available today, and maybe that’s the reason.
So much serendipity…so little magic. Strawberry milk isn’t too great a loss. 🙂