Sitting on the couch here with my hubby, I can’t help reflecting on a certain orange juice commercial that just played before my eyes.
There they were, perfectly ripe oranges, just waiting for the pickin’.
Somewhere in the recesses of my memories, I was reminded of a time when I had been had.
I believe that I was in fourth grade, give or take a year. My mom was leading a preteen team in Florida, the Environmental Tree Planting Team. ‘Twas a sweet little mission trip.
Two moments stand out more than any other from that summer.
1) I accidentally locked myself in a porta potty. Was terrifying. Was sure that everyone would forget me and leave me there. Screamed and pounded the sides for dear life… Until I figured out how to open the door.
2) Noticing the unripened, green oranges, I fell for a story. One of the team members told me that oranges are actually green until people come and inject them with orange dye. Each and every orange. Every question that I raised about this was answered with some kind of believable nonsense. Not only did I fall for this tale, back home I adamantly insisted to my peers that this was the very truth that I had beheld with my own eyes.
Why do people lie to children?
I’m not exactly sure when it dawned on me that I’d been duped, but it was MANY years later. All along, every time that I saw one of these sweet citrus fruits, I was reminded of the great lengths that were taken to preserve that name “orange.” As far as I was concerned, oranges should’ve been called greens.
So random. Unfortunately, so true.
Did you ever fall for any silly lies as a child?