Do you have a favorite
"candy you ate as a kid" story?
Share it here.During my youth I used to frequent a comic book store in York, Pennsylvania, that has long since closed. Twice a month I was able to cajole my mother into driving me there (it was a good 15 minutes away). I would scour the sections for what seemed like hours before finally deciding on the titles I wanted.
Every time I left the store there would be a 25 cent candy vending machine filled with Runts. I would always put my quarter in, turn the knob *very* slowly (to try and maximize my "Runt" return, heh, heh) and enjoy 'em with my mother in the car ride home while perusing my latest comic purchases. Good times. ~ Glenn from Pennsylvania
