But what I especially remember (and treasure) from that night is the large bottle of root beer that sat at my right, trying its very best to contain the burst of its bubbly, welcoming personality I simply could and therefore chose not to ignore. It was the night I had my first sip of that fizzing potion, and I can still feel the way it took over my senses and even my heart, as I have since then carried that spark of liveliness of that memory with me all the way to today. As super duper cheesy as that sounds, it's true. :)
In the routines of adulthood I live in today, the places I go and people I see almost never mention things in the way of the tangy-sweet, caramel toned beverage, in stark contrast to my world 10 years ago.
This is why I declare myself as someone whose ideal world includes a collective devotion to all things root beer (particularly root beer floats)--Bookstores entirely dedicated to books about the craft and appreciation of root beer, root beer float stands you may see appearing magically before you on the street every five seconds, and other signs showing that the bubbliness of life has not died down just yet.
The memory of my first sip of root beer was brought to life as I speedily yet lovingly crafted root beer floats for myself and my brother earlier today. Even on this fine sunny day, I felt like the air was slightly begging for some extra spark.
What's your spark, if it's not the refreshingly sweet root beer/root beer float? :)