Do you have a favorite
"candy you ate as a kid" story?
Share it here.In 1947, when I was seven years old we moved again. The first house I remember was on a farm, I was three. Then we moved to a house my father bought. It was a tiny cape cod and I loved it. It burned one day and we had to move. I didn't want to but who cares what a seven year old thinks?
I wanted to hate the new place but it was hard since it was in the city and across the street was a movie theatre. I remember going to my first movie there and I was given a popcorn ball. It was wrapped in shiny red cellophane and it was enormous. It was all for me- by myself! I don't remember what the movie was but I certainly remember that popcorn ball.
Every time there was a candy choice which included them, guess which I chose? The popcorn ball was held together by a carmelish sweet stuff which stuck to my hands each time I had one even after the popcorn was gone I could lick my fingers for a long time. Maybe moving wasn't such a bad thing to do after all. ~ Alice from West Virginia
