Easter Candy

It's a funny tradition, I'll agree, however, Easter candy was a favorite tradition in our family. My mom always picked out our favorite candies plus one large chocolate bunny for each of us. Being the weird kid that I was, I would take an inventory of how much candy I had and would ration it out so that it would last me the whole year. I had my candy box--a little shoe box that I kept hidden under my bed--and once a week I'd take a little nibble from the earlobe of a Mr. Bunny and maybe eat a malted egg or two. And, of course, the Peeps. . . those were best when severely stale anyway, so by mid-summer, they were just reaching the height of perfection.

My brother was the exact opposite. Pretty much, by the end of Easter vacation, his entire basketful of candy would be demolished, save a few jelly beans hiding in the fake grass.

To all of those kids out there who are candy savers like I was, let me offer you a word of advice: If you have a candy-devouring sibling, you absolutely must find a better hiding spot for your candy than a box under your bed. I speak from experience here. . . it can be quite devastating to open your little shoe box in mid-September for your weekly nibble, only to find that your little brother has eaten your life's savings.