As I
mentioned, it was really boring in the house in Colorado. We had to
fill the time while we waited for my grandpa, nicknamed grandpa quack
because sometimes would not talk to us when he got home just quack
like a duck. When he got back from work to turn on his computer,
which we couldn't play with while he was gone, everything smoothed
out for the evening but in the mean times we were left to our own devices. We couldn't go into any
of my aunt's rooms and mess with their stuff, I didn't really want to
anyway, it was all posters and makeup, and hair dryers. The only
reading material was old military history books that were mostly
about the history of the Air Force and one I remember was
specifically about the B-52 bomber. Sitting there during the times
that we had to stay home and wait was awful. My great-grandma
actually lived in the basement of my grandpa's house, and one year my
brother and I went down there and into her kitchen and we found a
really huge tub of Tang, that drink mix the astronauts took to the
moon. I think at this point in my life I'd rather just drink water
honestly, but then it was the only sweet thing in the whole house.
The rest off the food in the house was for grown ups horrible,
torturous and abusive vegetables and fruit and Grape-nuts, and stuff. We found that
Tang and would go down and take the full measuring scoop and pour
that whole thing into our mouths dry and wait for the saliva to
percolate it. It was an intense sugar rush that had us coming back
for more and more and more until my great-grandma realized we had
stolen her whole stash and ratted us out. My mom and grandpa yelled
at us and we had to apologize and the Tang bandits were put out of
business.
