As a kid I would come home from school and crash through the front door, ready to yell "oh yeah!" in anticipation of the giant tumbler of red "juice" waiting for me.
I liked how my tongue would stay bright red or purple for hours after drinking it. My brothers and I would make our own jugs of the sugary delight, adding the brightly coloured powder and pouring in a mountain of white sugar. Sometimes it seemed the liquid was so saturated that the sugar threatened not to dissolve.