Since it doesn't seem to be available anywhere any longer, I'd say my best root beer memory would be Hires.

Back in the late 60's.

105 degrees, middle of the summer.

Shafter.

 There were about 10 of us neighborhood boys, 10 to 12 years old, and we would all get 10 cents a day to go to the public pool several blocks away. Many times though, we would put our money together and next-door-neighbor Glenn would hop on his sting ray bike and peddle his way to the A&W root beer stand. For $1 (95 cents plus 5 cents tax) he would come back with a gallon of fresh root beer. We would sit in the shade of a big palm tree in our front yard and guzzle the stuff 'till we all had a belly ache, then turn the sprinklers on and spend rest of the afternoon running through the cool water. 

This is recent memory.  I have a friend from England, who can't stand Root Beer.  Apparently it's a scent for a disinfectant there.  She says, "Why would i want to drink something that smells like hospital floors?"

Old memories....A&W also back in the 60's & 70's.  It was all about the float.  And the spoons with numbers on the back of them to collect.  I wanted all the numbered spoons.

woof woof

 

remind your friend, after she complains about our root beer, that their food SUCKS!!!

The frosty cool mug of Root Beer that was brought by carhop to our car at the A&W on Niles IN THE '60s...and how big I felt when I got to order my first Papa burger, even though I was at a Junior burger age. 

Yeah, so does German food...oh so bland.  I would love to send that bottle as a joke to England.  Her husband on the other hand, is from here.  My hubby and her hubby both went to East High, back in the day.  When he visits here, he can't enough Root Beer, he'll actually take some home to the UK with him. 

rootbeer float.......

Yum! I love root beer. I don't drink soda very often, but sometimes I just can't resist. :) I didn't know McCormick made a root beer concentrate.

Well, I certainly can't come up with an amazing story like the rest of you, but it's not my fault I'm so much younger! Everything has certainly changed since way before I was born, hasn't it? Anyway, here's my story.

I had a wonderful fourth-grade teacher when I was younger. If you were a good student who completed all of your homework and school assignments throughout the quarter, you would be invited during recess to a special root beer float party. I was always invited because I was so good about doing my assignments, and I loved drinking/eating my root beer float while others were outside playing. What a treat! My teacher even made sure I was sent home with one when I left school early one day to go find a pig for the fair.

That may not seem important to anyone else, but when you think about what the kids aren't allowed to eat in school these days, I feel fortunate to have received those root beer floats back then. I think that was eight years ago, but I'm not good with math, so I'm not exactly sure. I just thought I'd share my story since it didn't look like this blog post got as much attention.

Our crack staff of judges has picked anonymous' story about guzzling root beer as a child in shafter as the big winner. Congrats!