Strawberry
It started with Big Red, and my parents thought it was the caffeine that made me crazy. By then, it was too late. I was pretty much addicted to the dye, Lake #40, but I didn’t know that at the time. There wasn’t a Dyeters Anonymous, where I could stand up, and introduce myself. “Hello, I’m Lucy, and I’m addicted to artificial Strawberry flavor.” After my folks cut me off, I found another way to get it. Strawberry soda (Caffeine Free!) Strawberry candies, Strawberry popsicles… I thought that was my favorite flavor, but it turns out that I was addicted to the dye. It made me manic, and hyper. Giggly, and prone to meltdown if I didn’t get what I want, or they tried to make me calm down. Sit still, they even diagnosed me …