When I was a little girl, I remember my Grandfather taking me to the candy shop down the road. Most of the time we got a bagful of penny candies and we both picked them out... my Grandpa just loved his candies!
One day he decided that he would like to try something different and he picked up a roll of Spree. I picked out my usual penny candy fare. We got back to the house and spread out our goodies. My Grandpa put his roll of Spree on the table. They were so bright and shiny that I just had to open them!
We tried them together and they were so different than the usual stuff we picked out... they were definitely a kick in the mouth! I was even more enamored with them when I saw the color of my Grandpa's tongue as he laughed! Bright orange! To this day when I eat Spree, I think of my Grandfather and that makes the candy that much better for me. ~ Jennifer from Oregon
I remember always going to the Jersey shore for 2 weeks when I was a child.
We went for years. Finally my cousin and I were old enough to go to the
boardwalk ourselves. I remember placing a bet on the wheel in order to win
candy. My number came up and my cousin told me to pick Spree. I had never
had them before, so I took her advice and told the person who spun the wheel
that was what I wanted. That was the first time I ever had them. Now
whenever I have Spree I think of my entire family at the shore (many are
gone now), I remember feeling grown up then, and now I remember being a kid
from Jersey that loved and still does love the shore, the boardwalk, and
Spree! ~Dawn from New Jersey
Growing up in Amarillo I used to love to ride my bike across the fields to
go get a package of spree. In the beginning they came in a package like
sweetarts. I loved all the brightly colored pieces of candy. The package
had pictures of outdoor activities like snow skiing, surfing etc. I always
had to go through all the packages to pick the one with the most appealing
My best friend, Steve, always had spree with him. It was his signature
candy, so to speak. We went all through school together from first grade to
high school graduation. After I moved to Dallas to go to college, Steve
came to visit me many times.
In the late 80's I got a beautiful Blue Great Dane Puppy. The next time
Steve came to visit he showed up with his bags and of course his rolls of
spree. We went to eat and when we returned we found my Great Dane puppy on
the floor in the middle of a sea of white spree. He had gotten Steve's roll
of spree and sucked all the color off of each one. I guess he didn't like
the tart middle. It was a hilarious sight to see. Over the years this
happened many times when Steve would come to visit. I guess Harrison, my
Great Dane, loved his spree! Now that he has been gone for many years
whenever I see or hear of spree it brings back wonderful memories of growing
up with Steve and of my buddy Harrison, and of course puts a smile on my
face. Long live SPREE! ~ Scott from Texas