"Good People, Bad People"

This is a short, rather random memory.

When I was six years old (perhaps seven), I was at my cousins' house, and my cousin Joey showed me how he had put water in a bottle that had contained root beer, which turned the water a yellowish color. He thought it was really cool that he had invented a new drink, saying, "I call it 'Berry Juice.'" His brother Jesse was saying it was gross.

Well, that gave me an idea. I took some off-brand Sprite (I don't remember why we had it; I might have asked my parents to buy it for me) and mixed it with water in order to make a new drink. I called it "Good People, Bad People" because I figured it would taste good to some people and bad to others. My siblings weren't too anxious to try it, but my dad did and said, "I only taste the good people." I remember thinking he obviously didn't understand my naming conventions. I remember touting how it tasted good even though it was better for you than straight soda. I even began creating my own label for the drink, drawing stick figures to represent the people. I think that on one occasion I even tried to take Good People, Bad People to a family party, but I don't remember if that ended up happening.