There are few experiences of that time in my life that are available to me now days, but that one is still vivid. It will probably be the last one to go. I can still see that glass of milk sitting there, with globs of black stuff swirling around in it, and me taking that first big, greatly anticipated gulp, expecting a taste not unlike that of Nestles or Hershey. My first big gulp of iced coffee, thinking it was iced tea, is right behind it in bad memories of my youth.
My mother told me I wouldn’t like it but Captain Midnight said it was delicious.
There would be no Nestles or Hershey until the foul Ovaltine was finished. I was caught trying to flush that crap down the toilet.
Ah, memories!