Unfiltered Story #353548

My family visited Disneyland when I was three, although this may have happe= ned at another stop on the same trip. I was only three, the location is a b= it hazy. Mom decided to shop for clothes. I was not interested, because I h= ad seen another shop on the way to the one we were in, and that one sold CA= NDY. Three-year-old me would do anything for sugar. So, while she wasn’= ;t looking, I left the clothing store and went to get myself something I th= ought was better. Yup, you guessed it. Candy. What I didn’t notice was= that my Dad had followed me. Until he grabbed my arm to take me back to Mo= m. I was, of course, having none of it. I wanted candy. I wanted candy so m= uch I would have been happy to never set foot outside again. So I screamed.= Which attracted an angry crowd, who were ready to beat the stuffing out of= my Dad, having mistaken the scruffy bearded man dragging me away for a kid= napper. Luckily, someone realized what was actually going on, and let Dad t= ake me back to Mom, who did not learn of this incident until I happened to = mention it to Dad while she was in earshot, WHEN I WAS 25.