Growing up in Orangeville, not a lot happens to you. Everyone you meet went to the same school. Everyone you know goes to the same grocery store. Everyone you date has the same strain of herpes.
It takes an awful long time before you live something truly memorable.
I don't think I truly remember a day in my life before the tour of the OrangeCo Orangeville Orange Juicing Plant.
It was my seventeen birthday. I'd asked my parents for a car, but I knew they couldn't afford one. It just seemed like the thing to ask for. My dad woke me up early in the morning and set an envelope on my bedside table. I groaned and rolled back over to go back to sleep. He squeezed my shoulder affectionately and made me open the envelope. Inside was the shining orange holographic foil of a premium tour of the OrangeCo Orangeville Orange Juicing Plant, the kind you could only win by saving up one thousand OrangeCo juice bottle caps. Even then, you were only entered into an annual lottery, there was no guarantee you'd actually win the premium tour.
I spent a few seconds looking up and down the ticket. How long had my dad planned this? How many bottle caps had he pooled? He must have spent days off his precious time off to even get a shot at giving me this gift.
I didn't know what to say. I just sat there, in stunned silence. He looked so happy seeing me like that.
The tour was a total bust. They stopped that marketing program pretty soon after as word got out. But, that didn't matter to me. Seeing how happy my dad was, to give me that gift, that was my real OrangeCo Orangeville Orange Juicing Plant tour.
It takes an awful long time before you live something truly memorable.
I don't think I truly remember a day in my life before the tour of the OrangeCo Orangeville Orange Juicing Plant.
It was my seventeen birthday. I'd asked my parents for a car, but I knew they couldn't afford one. It just seemed like the thing to ask for. My dad woke me up early in the morning and set an envelope on my bedside table. I groaned and rolled back over to go back to sleep. He squeezed my shoulder affectionately and made me open the envelope. Inside was the shining orange holographic foil of a premium tour of the OrangeCo Orangeville Orange Juicing Plant, the kind you could only win by saving up one thousand OrangeCo juice bottle caps. Even then, you were only entered into an annual lottery, there was no guarantee you'd actually win the premium tour.
I spent a few seconds looking up and down the ticket. How long had my dad planned this? How many bottle caps had he pooled? He must have spent days off his precious time off to even get a shot at giving me this gift.
I didn't know what to say. I just sat there, in stunned silence. He looked so happy seeing me like that.
The tour was a total bust. They stopped that marketing program pretty soon after as word got out. But, that didn't matter to me. Seeing how happy my dad was, to give me that gift, that was my real OrangeCo Orangeville Orange Juicing Plant tour.
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