In Michigan, thee were any number of these we would go by on our way up north. We would be in a campground, while dad and his friend tried to catch fish. On the way home, we passed by Stuckey's again. We knew better than to ask twice to stop at the places other kid's parents stopped at coming from up north. Ergo, I never set foot in one. Never tasted the candy. We were only allowed the fish dad and his friend caught to have to eat on vacation. My childhood sucked. I would love to try one of... Read more
In Michigan, thee were any number of these we would go by on our way up north. We would be in a campground, while dad and his friend tried to catch fish. On the way home, we passed by Stuckey's again. We knew better than to ask twice to stop at the places other kid's parents stopped at coming from up north. Ergo, I never set foot in one. Never tasted the candy. We were only allowed the fish dad and his friend caught to have to eat on vacation. My childhood sucked. I would love to try one of these. :(... Collapse