My friends and I would hop on our bikes and race down to the corner store after school. I saved up the coins from my allowance to buy goodies. Junior Mints and red vines and wax bottles with a thimbleful of sugared drink inside.
Oh, look! Cracker Jacks! Did you go for Cracker Jacks? I didn’t eat them. I just dumped them out to get to the prize. Great fun.
Today we choose luggage for its air travel features. We consider whether to buy a carry-on, what size will fit in the overhead bin on the plane, and whether the wheels will allow us to dash madly from one airport gate to another trailing our rolling bags. Train cases, on the other hand, are boxy and awkward. They are not really practical, but they fill me with nostalgia. My mom had one I still remember–tan with blue edging and a removable tray. I used to play “packing” it up at home in between trips. Old luggage stirs up a wanderlust in my heart.
I kept coming back to the candy section, though. I love remembering those carefree days pedaling around the neighborhood, laughing with friends, counting our coins and venturing to the candy counter. One of the blessings I enjoy is that I’m still in touch with some of these friends. We may have progressed from train cases to wheeled carry-ons, but inside we’re not so different. We still love to laugh together.
How about you? What candy brings back memories?