It`s great to be young. As a child growing up in Africa, I could remember how happy I used to be when my father shared a bottle of Fanta or Coca-Cola with his children.
Even though we were four in number, we were happy and proud of our father for providing us with a bottle of Fanta.
We didn`t derive our happiness from the Fanta given to us, but the love our father had for us to buy that bottle of Fanta was what made us happy.