There was a time when a drink of water didn’t come from a bottle with a label and a price tag. It came from a green garden hose, coiled up next to the garage, warm from sitting in the sun.
You’d turn it on, let it run for a second, and then drink straight from it — water that tasted faintly of rubber and summer. Nobody thought twice about it. Nobody got sick. At least, nobody we knew.
We’d come running in from the street, sweaty and out of breath, and that hose was the best thing in the world. We didn’t wash our hands. We didn’t get a clean glass. We just drank and went back to playing.
Did your family have a hose you drank from, or were you a “go inside for a glass” household?
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