A bit of a chill day today, so I’m doing a little bit of a memory dig of my childhood. A friend gave me some halloween candy, and I remembered how my dad would get me candy when he travelled to the States.
I was about 10 years old, my dad was working in an American company, and I think they were based in Utah. He also went to other cities, like Portland, Oregon, and picked up stuff for me there. He would email back or call back and let my mum know when to expect him back. I do remember some calls from him overseas, but I definitely remember picking up him from the airport as a family.
We would crawl slowly along the highway, because my mum is terrified of driving and she would blast Christian music, as she drove 60km/h towards the airport. We would reach just on time, and wait in the arrival hall for my dad.
He would come in with a coat and a huge luggage full of goodies for us. If I remember correctly, the time he brought back the skateboard was also the time he got buzzed on the Business Class dessert wine and cheese, and my mum had to drive us back home too.
Anyway, when we reached home, he would unpack his luggage and there would literally be a few shopping bags worth of candy. Butterfingers, Three Musketeers, Whatchamacallit, Baby Ruth’s, Milky way, Twizzlers, Payday, Airheads, and probably a lot more. He would also get seasonal candy, like Candy Corn, I remember Peeps as well.
I would ration my pack slowly over the days and weeks, and sometimes tie it in with some of the candy bars we could get at local candy stores. There was a party shop in Holland Village called “In The States/Party With US” or something like that, and I would spend my allowance there too. There was Cold Storage at King Albert Park before the renovations, and it was also another favourite haunt to spend my sugar money at.
Definitely a sweet childhood, and thanks to my parents for my absolutely crazy sweet tooth.
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