When I was at infants school, so about 5 or 6 years old, I was always so jealous of the kids in my class who brought snacks in for play time. Some had fruit, others had crisps, sweets or chocolate - showing my age now as this was when this was allowed.
My mother was not the maternal type at all and my parents didn't have much spare cash when I was small, so I never got to take a snack in.
One day, we had to go to the shop early before school, for milk, cigarettes and bread. At the till there was the usual display of confectionary and my mother picked up a Milky Way and bought it. She then gave it to me and said it was for play time!! She wrote my name on the wrapper which was what had to be done as all snacks went into a box on the teachers desk, labelled to show who they belonged to.
I was so unbelievably happy that I literally skipped into school. I clearly skipped too much as I suddenly realised that the Milky Way was no longer in my pocket. I ran frantically around the playground looking for it, before spotting a big boy putting the last bite in his mouth before throwing the wrapper on the floor. Which had my name on.
I cried all day, cried myself to sleep that night and cried the next day too. I still can't eat them to this day 