Since that first bite I have been wondering, what would it be like to live your life "strawberry?" Growing up, I was always chocolate; dependable, reliable, level headed. My Brother, he was vanilla. He knew how to pour on the sugar and get what he wanted out of any situation, always coming out clean as a whistle, guilt-free as a "Skinny Cow," but never really having any substance.
Living life strawberry would never get old. It would be like never having any worries. Like taking life by the horns and riding it as long and hard as you could, then landing softly on large thick cushions. It would be perpetual happiness, like living in Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, or with Santa Claus at the North Pole, or flying along in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang with Dick Van Dyke. It would be having or doing whatever it takes, to always have a smile on your face; or maybe, it would just be living with eyes closed.