Coca-Cola touches the lives of millions of people each and every day. From special occasions to exceptional moments in everyday life, Coca-Cola is there. The brand has become a special part of people's lives.

Over the years, thousands of people have sent us personal stories about how Coca-Cola has affected their lives. Whether it is a favorite childhood memory, a reminder of family gatherings, or a recollection of good times with friends, Coca-Cola has touched the lives of people all over the world.

Here are some of the stories that Coca-Cola fans have shared with us over the years.

  • When my sister and I were young, my grandfather owned a shop. He had an old Coca-Cola machine by the door. Because my sister and I were not permitted to touch anything in the shop, my grandfather would give us a dime and say (in a very Southern accent), "Here’s a dime for Coca-Cola." So my sister and I would sit and drink while the men talked business. Sometimes we would make "badges" from bottle caps by removing the cork, putting the cap on the outside of our shirts and the cork on the inside, pushing them together. Twenty-five years after the shop closed, my uncle still has the machine and we have fond memories. I still have a picture of my grandfather behind the counter with a Coke in front of him!
  • I grew up in Chicago, IL, and as a small girl I spent my summers with my mother at my grandparents' in a small Kentucky town. Needless to say, it was quite a change of pace. I remember the highlight was that every few days, my cousins would stop by and we would walk the two miles -- which seemed like 10, but worth it -- down to the country store. There I would get an ice-cold Coca-Cola from the cooler, along with some penny candy. We would sit on the wood step in front of the store drinking our Coca-Cola, watching what little traffic went by. Then we would start the long walk back. Thanks for the memories.
  • This story is about the first time my son tasted a Coca-Cola. It occurred in 1996 while we were on foreign assignment in Vienna, Austria. My daughter, who is four years older than my son, had never liked anything with "fizz" in it. So I made the mistake of thinking that my son would not like the taste of Coke. Boy was I wrong. He took one taste and his eyes got huge, his arms reached out and he said to me (in his young English), "Daddy, MORE please!" That coupled with his expression lives on with me today!
  • When I was young (in 1951-52), I would ride with my dad in his pickup truck to the Merom Station, IN, grain elevator. We would haul a load of corn to the elevator and go home with a load of ground corn to use for cow feed. The grain elevator had a 5 cent Coke bottle dispenser. Dad would always buy me a Coke and we would sit in the shade and talk. On one occasion, he told me the story of his first Coke. In 1911, his dad took him into Doc Parker’s Drugstore in Merom, Indiana, and told the clerk, "Make that boy a Coke," and the clerk produced a fizzing glass of Coke that dad remembered almost 40 years later. I remember those trips to the grain elevator and the bottle of Coke as my special times with Dad. In a family of nine children, those were special indeed. Thanks, Coca-Cola, for the memories!
  • My father was 77 years old and a proud father of 11 children. He was a gentle old man who drank Coca-Cola since he was a young boy. In September 2003 he was diagnosed with prostate cancer and a month later his cancer had completely spread. On October 23, 2003 I was at the hospital by my father’s side; we laughed and he told me stories like he always did. That afternoon he was in bed; suddenly he lifted his head from the pillow and said, “You know what I would drink? A little Coke.” He had been only been eating ice cubes all day. I got up and called my mother at home and let her know that I had a special request. She laughed and said she would come to the hospital shortly. That afternoon, my father died of heart failure. My mother had a wake at the house in memory of my father. I purchased 24 small glass bottles of Coke. That night we each took a small Coke and raised it in his memory. That night as we sat around the kitchen table, everyone knew what my father's last wish was and it brought a smile from everyone. My father’s greatest pleasure was drinking his small Coke in a glass bottle.
  • Each Christmas Eve my parents would put out cookies and a bottle of Coca-Cola for Santa Claus, and the next morning the cookies were eaten and the Coca-Cola was gone. My parents told me that Santa must have been hungry and thirsty after delivering so many toys, and that a Coca-Cola must have been very refreshing to him. When my children were young, Alice and I kept the same tradition -- only changing it by adding sugar for the reindeer and a note of thanks from Santa for the food and ice cold Coca-Cola. We saved one of those letters from Santa and the family read it last Christmas to our delight. As that memory lingered, so did the thought that Coca-Cola has often been a part of the special moments of our lives.
  • When I was young my grandfather would come to visit us every year for the summer. Each day he would walk down to the local newsstand in our small town. The newsstand was an old Five and Dime store that had soda fountains. Each day this 6-foot 6-inch man would walk with short little me to the soda fountain so he could get a newspaper. I would get to sit on several phone books at the counter and drink an ice cold Coca-Cola in the old cone-shaped paper cups in a stainless steel holder while Gramps checked his stocks. Some days he would treat me to a Cherry Coke. Each day he would point to the KO symbol on the stock page and say to me, "Some day this little symbol will put you through college." I never understood what he meant until he passed away and left me several hundred shares of Coca-Cola stock. My grandfather was a security guard and did not make much money throughout his life. He had saved religiously each week to buy a little stock at a time. This stock was worth enough to finance my four-year college education. I thank Gramps every day for my education and the rich life that I have achieved! Who knew all those years ago that a Coke and a Smile would make my life what it is today?
  • We have made Coca-Cola a family tradition by giving it to "Santa" every Christmas. Plus, we drink it every day of the year. 
  • My best and lasting memory of Coca-Cola dates back to the late 1960s in a small town in Indiana. I was visiting my grandfather there and he took me to an old fashioned soda fountain for a cherry Coke. I rarely saw my grandfather since I lived in California - so it was a treat to be with him. Coke was part of our visit together.

  • When I was 12 my dad and I got into lots of battles; sometimes we would fight for what show to watch on the TV. We would get really mad at each other. Then he would leave the room and come back with a delicious ice-cold Coca-Cola. We would drink it together and I let him watch what he wanted.

  • Over the summer it was a hot sunny day. My family went on a hiking trip, up a mountain in California. My aunt didn't want to walk so instead she drove. We all walked our way up, and we were dying of thirst; we were thirsty for ANYTHING! When we reached the top, there was my aunt standing with bottles of Coca-Cola in her hand, so the Coke saved the day! When I was a little girl, my cousin and I would always ask for a Coke by spelling "PO- P," so her little sister would not hear what we were saying and start crying for her own Coke. She finally learned what P-O-P meant and we graduated to "C-O-K-E." And then to "C-O-C-A-C-O-L-A." We had many laughs and good times over a glass of Coke.

  • My grandparents started saving Coke caps in the 1950s for a promotion. Well, my grandmother never stopped collecting them. In the 80s, you could get a "Coke Is It" shirt for 200 bottle caps. She had enough caps to get 13 shirts!! We all wore them on a trip as a family to an amusement park, which embarrassed my teen self at the time. But, they were true fans!

  • When I was young my father was always working. In fact, when he was home he was hidden behind the newspaper. Like a lot of kids I didn't know a lot about him then. He was an enigma. But one thing he loved (and still does) was Coca-Cola classic. He would go through cases. We were allowed to drink it, but not if it were the last case! I can remember trying to get to know him by bringing him a fresh glass of ice cold Coke. He is truly your number 1 fan!

  • My grandparents owned a small retail store in Villa Rica, GA. I was VERY sick one day and had to stay out of school. My grandmother had cans of Coca-Cola stacked by the case in the back of the store up to about 5' high. She put several blankets on them and made a bed for me on top of the cases. Every once in a while, when I felt thirsty, I would reach under the blankets and grab a can of Coke from my "bed of Coke." I felt much better by the end of the day. My grandmother was pretty shocked, though, when she found a whole six-pack gone!

  • When you are young, the little things are so important. Every day, I hated to go to school. So my dad made me a deal. He would pick me up after school every day and take me out for a Coke if I would go to school without giving him problems. I don't know if it was the Coke or being with my dad, but that was the best part of my day and it is something I do with my son every day now.

  • My mom used to buy Coke only on special occasions. We were always so anxious to have it that we'd sneak into the supply ahead of time. Although mom never got mad, she was probably frustrated to find empty cans neatly replaced where there used to be full ones.

  • Growing up we always eagerly awaited the weekend. My parents would make Saturday night "family" night. We would make popcorn, and settle down in front of the -- then -- blackand- white television. All of that was great because we would watch wonderful variety shows. The best part was the drink that went along with it all -- Coke! It was our treat we looked forward to. At that time it was a treat once a week. I'm sure my mom had hers more often.

  • When I was young, we drove to North Carolina to meet my grandparents for the very first time. We drove by her house and she was sitting on the front porch in a rocking chair talking to my grandpa. It was so hot and we couldn't wait to get out of the car. My mom got out first, and my grandparents started crying; they hadn't seen her in 10 years or ever met me. They gave us Coke to drink to cool us off. After that, we would walk to the corner store from their place and get a dime Coke. I'll always remember it.

  • When I was young and played baseball, my dad was the coach. Win, lose or draw, after every game we had a cold Coke waiting for us. Now I coach baseball with my own son and -- win, lose or draw -- he has cold Coke after every game too.

  • One of the things I remember about my childhood is drinking cold Coke in a bottle. I lived in Israel at that time and drinking Coke was always special. My family used to sit down every Friday night and have dinner and drink Coke.

  • I was fishing with my grandmother in a suburb of Pittsburgh. I was 10 years old and excited to be out on the lake. My Grandmom, from Europe, couldn't really speak English - just enough to get by. We were drinking Coke when a fish "hit" my line. I dropped my Coke and grabbed the pole. Then I started to cry - because I lost the fish and my Coke! "Baba," my grandmother, without flinching, gave me her Coke and smiled. I stopped crying and happily drank it. This continued all day -- grabbing the pole and losing my soda -- that is until we ran out of Coca-Cola! When that time came, well, we had enough of fishing for the day! It was like this every time we went to Pittsburgh. Just me and my "cool" grandmother fishing and drinking Coca-Cola. I will never forget it.

  • My earliest memory of sharing a Coca-Cola is with my grandfather when I was around 4 years old in Meadville, Pa. We would go out on the farm tractor together to "work." When we got hot, Grandpa would sit down with me on my little picnic table and we would pass a Coke back and forth. We continued this tradition until he passed away when I was 21.

  • My sister and I are from Sweden, but when we were small we lived in Zaire, Africa, because our parents worked there as missionaries. Since we lived in the middle of the jungle, there were not a lot of Swedish foods or candy, and we did not have a supermarket or store or anything like it. But about three or four times a year, we got special deliveries from other missionaries that had visited the capital Kinshasa. Among the things that were delivered were a few treasured Coca-Cola bottles. These bottles were saved for very special occasions like birthdays. Mom was the one in charge of making sure that everyone of us got exactly to the millimeter the same amount of Coca-Cola. It had to be fair. In our family Coca-Cola is always served on special occasions.

  • I spent every summer and Christmas with my grandparents in Prescott, Arizona. Now, my grandfather kept a secret stash of Coca-Cola downstairs in the garage. My sister and I would sneak down there and search, quietly as possible, through his messy hiding place - never finding a thing. We'd sneak back upstairs and there he'd be, with two glasses of ice and two cold Cokes. We never figured him out!

  • My mother made me a necklace of bottle caps for my fifth birthday. She put felt on the rough side. It was fun to wear.

  • I must have been about 10 years old. I remember every Saturday my grandfather used to get all dressed up and go to town (that's what he used to call it when he went grocery shopping). This weekly tradition would always be followed by him returning home with plenty of sweets and goodies to get us through the week, but on this particular Saturday one of the goodies was Coca-Cola. After helping to put the food away, I recall being rewarded with a bottle of Coca-Cola. I was too weak to open it myself, so I sat on my granddaddy's lap as he watched an old western show and he cracked open the bottle for me. I enjoyed my very first Coke on that day. Sipping an ice-cold Coca-Cola as I watched TV along with my granddad. I've been hooked ever since!

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