FourKicks

On the street I grew up on, I am riding my bike down the steep hill (where I once flipped my bike so hard I still have visible scars). There is a guy who is also riding his bike with me. I call him "GB" even though that's not who it is. He says "Sometimes you just have to let go!!" and he rides his bike past me. I get to the bottom of the hill and there is something that looks like a giant Connect Four board.. it is flipping and turning and I can predict what will happen next.

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I'm in my kitchen and I'm making orange juice (?) in a giant tin can. My mom is there, holding a pitcher of orange juice, and its really frothy on top. She asks what the foamy part is, and I saw "It's Orangina". I turn back to my tin can and she asks again what it's called. I get frustrated and say "I just told you! It's called Orangina." Whaatt...??