Candy Memories Write

My memories of candy are varied and numerous. From a very young age candy has been something that I eat often in small quantities and occasionally in large quantities. I remember jumping on the trampoline as a little kid and talking with my brother about having a house full of Skittles when we were adults. I remember sneaking treats into my room on Sunday afternoons so that I could have candy snacks while I read. Sometimes, I can even remember what candy treat I was eating when I read a certain book. Those old fashioned watermelon candies when I read Margaret Atwood's, Robber Bride after coming home from high school. Something about the taste of the candy and the warm sun filtering through the window while I lay on the couch in the front room, will always remind me of that book. It seems they are infinitely connected to one another.
During more recent years, candy has become a source of enjoyment between Shaun and I. When he went to Africa for four months, I mailed him a giant package of strawberry licorice (his favorite candy). He ate the whole 2 lbs. of licorice in one day and then wondered why he had heartburn. Now, after two-and-a-half years of dating, he knows when I'm sitting there on the couch reading while he's sketching or painting on the computer, that I am going to, inevitably, want a reading treat. He'll pad upstairs and say hi to Teddy (dog) and bring me down a few jelly beans or a pack of Razzles. I remember our first Valentine's Day he bought me a giant box of chocolates, only to discover I don't even like it. He's learned now what I like and don't like. We both like Twizzlers over Red Vines and he knows I'm always going to give him the flavors I don't like of whatever candy we're eating. We're candy eaters. And it's nice.