I had had my braces for two and half years before the orthodontist took them off. The second I left the tooth-building behind, I headed for the old general store to buy myself some Sugar Babies, which had been the equivalent of contraband with my braces on.
Alas! When I reached the store, there was no candy where the Sugar Babies where. The clerk informed me that they were sold out. Still hopeful, I asked the clerk if I could buy from his personal stash, but he said no.
After some more wheedling, we struck a bargain: I'd play the fiddle for awhile (I was pretty good at the fiddle) and he'd give me a bag of Sugar Babies.
In the middle of my third song, my mother walked into the store. "What are you doing here?" she asked me.
I gestured towards the red-faced clerk. "Earning me some Sugar Babies," I replied.
"Goodness! I have some right here in my bag."
We all loved Sugar Babies. Gillian from Virginia