Not really sure what to post for today’s prompt, so I’ll just share a Halloween memory.
Growing up, Halloween was one of my favorite holidays. It was one of the few times of the year when we were allowed to indulge in sweets.
At school that day we might collect a few modest treats, and get to show off our costumes, but the real candy haul came that evening, when we would wander around the neighborhood with our mom, who would direct us to various houses. Most of the time we’d end up with a couple of “fun size” bars from each house, but there was the occasional generous soul who would reward us with a full-sized candy bar!
Once we got home, we would sort out all the candies, ranking them according to preference: chocolate was best, followed by almost everything else (Twizzlers, jelly beans, Jolly Ranchers, gummy bears, caramels, etc.) At the bottom of the pile would be random things like gumdrops, mysterious hard candies and non-candy items.
Once the candy had been sorted, we’d stuff our faces with as much candy as possible, for the rest of the evening. The next day, my mom would set aside all the candy and make us ration it: two pieces of candy per day, at most. The candy lasted forever that way, but boy was it difficult to only eat just two! Sometimes when my mom wasn’t looking, I would go sneak an extra piece (or two) from the stash.
in search of lost time 
When we arrived home with our sacks full of candy all laid out on the floor, I was subjected to the ‘candy tax’ – my parent’s version of payment for room and bored.
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