Candy..my 1st love

My first good memories are of sweet beautiful candy. My uncle Bill filling up a little brown paper bag every time I would visit his store. The colors..the shapes the smells.:)  My mom would announce she had to run to the store and I would be in the car before she could get her keys. She would begin by threatening to beat my ass if I so much as looked at the candy when we got there and we would get into the car where she would drive 75 miles per hour to the very next street where the store was. My car door opened and I was out of the car before she could get the brakes on and I was on bended knee at the candy counter picking what I needed faster than any fat kid on the planet. I had tried every kind..given it a score from 1-10. Little tiny chocolates in the shape of footballs being my favorite most days but not wanting to make all the other candy jealous, variety was my best option. Mom would come over..grab me by the back of the neck..drag me to the counter where she made me sit till she checked out. The man who owned the store feeling sorry for me for getting my ass beat in the store would sneak me a 10 piece bag for the road. Looking back I bet he hated seeing us coming because not a day went by that she did not scream hit kick cuss n drag me all the way to the car like the horrible mean bitch was,  but it was all worth it. Those 10 little pieces of sweet sugar love was my prize and oh how I enjoyed them....it's true..you never forget that first love