It also brought back memories from childhood. As I mentioned, I love sugar. When I was 12-years old and packed away to Camp Friendship, my mother sent me a  giant bag of candy via mail every single day possible. I kid you not. I kept it in a shoebox on the top bunk where I slept. One afternoon, upon entering the cabin, I was amused that my fellow campers felt the need to put a stuffed mouse on my box of candy. I was not amused, however, when the "stuffed" mouse ran across my bed and out-of-sight when it spotted me. I didn't really care for that cabin from that day forward.