I was, am, and perhaps will forever be...a Mountain Dew kid.

Addictions run deep, trust me, because this vice stems back to my childhood years. I remember the garbage can in my kitchen was overflowing with empty 24 packs of Mountain Dew. My siblings and I made Mountain Dew vanish on a regular basis, but me especially. It got to a point where my parents started hiding it from me. The hiding spots weren't that well thought out, but addiction can drive you to your limits and then some. I remember one thirsty summer afternoon. I was home alone and far away from driving age. I decided to ride to Stonington on my bike to buy some Mountain Dew. I hadn't fully thought out the plan, so when I got to the Pantry(the Colonial Pantry for those non-Stonington readers) and realized that I would be carrying the 12 pack in the crook of my arm while pedaling the excruciating 4 miles home. Yeah, it's fair to say I'm thoroughly addicted.