My son was overjoyed. After school he jumped into the back seat, opened his book bag and pulled out an envelope and said, “Mommy, I am selling candy; do you want to buy some?” I remembered the World’s finest chocolate bars – caramel, almond and crispy rice. He talked so fast, his words were running over each other. “I am going to knock on doors in our building, I am going to take it to church and sell candy to the Pastor. Mommy, can you take it to work and ask your co-workers to buy some? “You are not selling any candy,” I said. “Why?” Lil' Danny asked. “Because I said so!” “That is not an answer,” he said. I remember feeling that same enthusiasm. I would run home from school and ask my mother, can I go knocking on doors to sell candy? I would walk door to door asking people if they were interested in buying candy. I wanted to win the boom box, so that meant I needed to sell lots of chocolate bars. After hours of door knocking - I knocked on one more door for the last time that evening. “Mommy, it’s me -Talia.” She opened the door. “Lia,” is what she called me, “let me borrow the candy money, and I will give it back to you when I get my check.” “But I have to give the people their candy.” “You will,” she said. I handed her the envelope. Needless to say, the people never received their World’s finest chocolate bar.