I have always loved candy. As a small child, we never had sweet treats. Money was tight and Mother didn’t care for candy, so we had to follow her example. Many may think that this was a normal parental decision. However, when something you love is withheld, it can become an obsession.
I would pester the man who ran the machine shop below our apartment every day for some coins. He would toss me a few pennies or, on a good day of begging, he might even give me a dime. I would run as fast as I could to George’s Candy Store in downtown Taylorville. It was my dream come true. An entire store devoted to sweet confections.
I slowly moved from counter to counter looking over all the sugary confections. As I passed the peanut brittle, I would put my nose on the glass enclosure and try to get a whiff of my favorite candy. I never had enough money to buy even a small amount of this delectable delight. After many days of feeling deprived, I knew I would do whatever it took to get my hands on that peanut brittle.