Nostalgia hit me before the sugar rush even had a chance. I had barely stepped inside this enormous candy haven in Illinois when the memories started flooding in. Bright wrappers.
Old-school sweets. The kind of treats I hadn’t seen since childhood suddenly appeared on the shelves like they had been waiting for me this whole time. One glance around and I was no longer a responsible adult on a trip.
I was a kid again, wide-eyed and completely distracted by candy in every direction. Rows seemed endless…