Milk

Milk, oh sweet joy how I love milk. It flows like a waterfall when you pour it from the gallon, rushing from the side of the plastic mountain down into your cup below. When you drink it, your taste buds are submerged in a bath of creaminess. Subsequently, it flows down your throat smoothly, quenching even the greatest thirsts. When you finish drinking it, you are left satisfied, ready to partake from the white lake sitting in your fridge, once again. Perhaps though, the greatest part of milk, is that it is genuine. Milk is unique in every aspect. It is pure, creamy, and flavorful. These are things that you just can not find in any other drink. Despite this however, there are a lot of drinks that claim to be milk. Now a days there are so many different kinds of “milk” it is ridiculous. Almond milk, soy milk, rice milk, and oat milk just to name a few. The last time i checked, none of those things had utters, so how could they possibly give milk? There should be a water after each of those things because they are not milk. I remember specifically the first time I tried one of these, the one that I had was almond milk. I was at my grandma’s house, and she had some in the fridge. I remember thinking to myself, “Wow! There are other kinds of milk!” I excitedly grabbed it out of the fridge and poured myself a glass. I started to guzzle it down, halfway through the glass I quickly realized how terrible it was. I stopped drinking it and ran quickly to the sink. All of a sudden, it began to guzzle out of me. I threw it up, appalled by the taste. The worst part was not even the taste however, it was the fact that I expected something that tasted similar to milk, yet I got something completely different. Looking back at this story, I realize that I learned something from milk. There are far too many different kinds of almond milks out there. People claiming to be milk, when they just

simply are not. Some even get creative, and make something up, saying that they are tree milk, or organic poppy seed milk. As I have gone through high school, sometimes I think it would be easier to try to be someone I am not. That possibly, if I told people I was almond milk, they would be more inclined to drink. Although, as funny as it may seem, I always go back to the time that I drank almond milk at my grandma’s house. That experience, in retrospect, taught me that being genuine, is the most important thing to me. I will never claim to be something that I am not. What you will always get from me, is that creamy, ice cold, delicious liquid, that flows like a waterfall down into your glass.