Sometimes in life we seem to grow out of things. Doesn't mean you don't like you anymore you just don't enjoy them anymore.

The other day in the office we were talking to about things we loved as a kid. Our conversation turned to talking about when our parents and grandparents used to make juice out of the frozen can.

Back in the day we didn't by juice by the gallon or in bottle it came in a frozen can that you mixed with water to make juice. That brought up the subject of Tang.

I loved Tang as a child. When I was a kid, we would do up to our home in the mountains and to save from hauling orange juice my Grandma would take Tang. So in the mornings for breakfast we would have Tang. It was such treat because we never go that at home.