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all of us know what tootsie pops are. Well you know how the wrappers of many diffrent pictures on them. For the longest time (atleast till I was 10) I thought that if you found a wrapper with the indian pointing his arrow at the star and sent it in you could get a free bag of tootsie pops. Well this led me to rejoice everytime this symbol appeared. Later, while disgusing it with some friends (around the age of 8) I came up with a plan to buy a bag and take all the "winning" wrappers and send them in and then continue the process over and over thus getting as many tootsie pops as we wanted which caused all of us to break out in cheer.
We never tested this plan (maybe cause we just never got to it or possibly cause we didnt know where to send the wrappers) but to this day I dont know if there ever really WAS contest like that though I've come to asume there wasn't none the less I still get a bit of joy regressing back to child for a split second thinking about it everytime I find the "winning" wrapper.
If you ate green M&Ms it would make you horny.
I was told that skittles were made from ladybugs once when I was 5.I thought that ladybugs tasted like skittles because of that.I chased around ladybugs trying to eat them for the sweet taste.
I Used To Always Think That Marshmallows Grew On Trees. ? Dont' ask , weird i know .
UP UNTIL I WAS 5 OR 6 I DID NOT KNOW WHAT COTTON CANDY WAS-UNTIL MY GRANDPARENTS TOOK ME AND MY SISTER TO THE STATE FAIR AND I WOULD NOT EAT IT BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS HAIR. I LITERALLY WANT TO VOMIT ON THE THOUGHT OF HAIR IN MY FOOD OR DRINK. ON THEIR URGING THAT IT WAS CANDY I TRIED FOR ABOUT 20 MINUTES TO GET ME TO TRY IT. I LOVE IT. I AM NOW 34.
When I was little I thought that cotton candy was made by satan, as my mother rarely let me have it, but when i did get it, I would fail to mention that small fact to my mother thinking she would take it away form me
I used to think that Heath Bars were Health Bars, until I read the name more closely.
I used to believe Jiffy lube was a dough nut store....
When I was little my brother told my that the stick of a sucker was also candy. So I kept on chewing it then my cousin told me he was lying.
During my childhood,i used to grab something sweet(pre. chocolates) and go for bath.
Alas!i stopped doing that when my grandma made me believe that doing so causes heavy rain during my marriage.errrrrrrrr! NOooooooooooo!
even now i fear of such a thought.....i dont want to take any changes though...he he heeeee
My cousin told me that pistachio ice-cream was made of worms and shoelaces
When Me And My Sister Were Little We Believe That Kodile Bars Were Potsion.
But When We Tired Them They we Good.
WEN I WAS LITTLE (3 OR SO) MY BIG SIS TOLD ME I WAS ALLLERGIC TO CHOCOLATE AND IF I EVER ATE CHOCOLATE AGAIN I WOULD TURN INTO AN OLD LADY INSTANTLY. ONE DAY MY MUM WAS EATING CHOCOLATE BUTTONS AND SHE GAVE ONE TO ME AND I RAN AROUND THE HOUSE CRYING MY EYES OUT FOR 2 HOURS RUNNING UNTIL MY MUM TOLD ME I WASNT ALLERGIC TO CHOCOLATE AND MY SIS HAD MADE THE WHOLE THING UP
I remember when I never did eat broken cookies because I thought they were no good.
When I was 5-8, I used to spend quite a bit of my spare time at my grand-parents' and we'd often take the car to reach a nearby forest where they knew I'd have a great time admiring the trees and playing hide'n'seek.
During the ride, I'd usually sit on the left side of the back seat, right behind my grand-father who was driving, and my grand-mother would sit on my right-hand side (my then-teenage aunt had decided once and for all that she belonged on the front seat, next to her father).
At first, when I happened to be a good boy, gran'ma would show her "approval" by picking up a piece of candy from her handbag and handing it to me with a gentle smile. After a while, this protocol evolved in that she'd let *me* pick up the candy of my choice from her handbag --a subtle mark of trust. Eventually, as she became confident that I wouldn't abuse this treasure trove, she made it a habit of letting her handbag sit slightly open between the two of us: I made careful efforts to control my craving, and only every once in a while, when I felt it was ok, would I stealthily slide my hand into the bag towards the pouch I knew was home to my favorite candy.
There weren't many of them, but that usually sufficed. Yet, as it went on, I progressively noticed that if I took care to leave some of them in the pouch, there'd more to enjoy the next time; whereas if I ate'em all they'd turn out much scantier.
Thus, I began to wonder if they had the magical ability to reproduce. Of course, Gran'ma's subtlety somewhat escaped my juvenile understanding, and, as I'd never ever seen her refill the pouch, my belief grew stronger.
I began respecting those candies, always leaving a couple of them in the pouch, trusfully letting them a fair chance to multiply until the next ride. And it worked ;)
Well, I've since grown up with kids of my own, but I still remember those days with a spark of magic glittering deep in my eyes.
I thought blue m&m's were lucky, s I never te them I just kept them in a jar.
When I was small, I used to believe that purple sweets were poisonous and I had to give them to my mum.
Guerss what mums favourite flavour of sweet was?
When I was younger I loved cake, but like most children, disliked coffee. So for years, I avoided coffee cake because I thought it tasted like coffee. Little did I know, that it only meant that it is a type of cake that goes well with coffee.
my parents kept my elder sister (till she was about 4 years old) think that the chocolate is cheese. whenever she asked for chocolate, they gave her cheese. lol
When I was 5ish or so, my cousin convinced me that if I had a pixie stick. It would turn my blood that color. I never have had a pixie stick since.
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