Long live Smarties

For some reason, I've always been in love with Smarties. No, not the smart kids, (although, I like them too) but the candies. Whenever I was a kid and my mom told me to pick out a candy, I would always reach for the Smarties. Maybe it's because I was told "you are what you eat," (you better believe I stayed away from Dum Dums) or maybe it's because I could fit five rolls in my hand, but I always have loved them. I would always unwrap the packag carefully, so the candies are laying perfectly spaced in their plastic sleeve. Next, I would rearrange them by color and rainbow order, so they looked nice. Then I would pick up one and press my index finger and thumb into each side of the magnificent indentations, and lick all around the edges. Once I grew tired of that, I would only put half of the candy into my mouth so it would dissolve. Once it dissolved, I took it out and examined the hard side to the squishy wet side I just ate. Sometimes I even liked to balance them on the tip of my tongue and "accidentally" drop them all into my mouth. When I was feelin particularly dangerous, I would put two or three different flavored into my mouth and waited until they dissolved and made new flavors. I even liked to roll them along the grooves in my molars and pretended they were little baby cars driving around in my mouth. When I finally finished, I would make designs and paper airplanes, and anything I could think of out of the wrapper. I especially loved the silly crackling noise it made when I balled it up and threw it away. People soon learned not to mess with me and my Smarties, and I made sure I enjoyed them until the very end.