When I was little I could not drink milk. I would make me sick. So my parent bought Frooti for me. I loved the mango taste. That was when it all started. Every month my parents and I would go to Edison, NJ to buy Frooti. The workers knew we were coming and they were prepared. Prepared for crates after crates of Frooti. After a few years or so I had stopped. Then at age 12 I relived the feeling when that mango taste rushes down your throat. At that monument every two weeks we had to buy a case of frooti. Yes, I have cut down from drinking a case in 3 days. But when I’m sick (Like today) I still drink boxes of Frooti. I love mangos, or anything that has mangos. Because of a little green box that was labeled ’’Frooti’’ and had mangos in shape of the ’’Os’’. My friend also, had started to drink frooti the same way. Till today we call our selves the ’’Frooti Friends’’.