 Candy Corn memories... Every fall time I would look forward to pumpkin candy, going out for Trick &
Treat but especially Candy Corn. Then one time my Grandfather asked me if I knew what Candy Corn really was... he said" it was Pumpkin Poop!
Now we give out bags of "Poop" to everyone and it says... I started to carve a pumpkin, with my pumpkin knife and scoop, and when I got
inside it, I found this Pumpkin Poop! ~ Jan from Tennessee
Candy Corn always brings back memories for me. My birthday is October 30, so of course my parties
always featured fall/Halloween themes and the cakes almost always had Candy Corn as decoration. In Puerto Rico, where I grew up, Candy Corn
is called "dientes" or "dientitos" which means "teeth" and "little teeth" respectively. Why?
Just like in the US, Candy Corn appeared massively in stores right before Halloween. We would put
them in our mouths between the upper lip and the top row of teeth to make it look like we were vampires. Hence the name "teeth". I still do
it to this day, and I am about to turn forty---something... he he he! ~ Milly from Pennsylvania
I remember when my very prim and proper Grandmother, introduced me to Candy Corn. She always had some
sort of candy in a bowl on the table. She gave me some and I wanted to make it last as long as I could. So I started to nibble each color
layer starting at the smaller end. She did the same. Only when she got to the last of her piece's she stuck them on her front teeth.
I didn't see her do this, but when she smiled at me all I could see was a row of candy. It made me
laugh so much. I actually just introduced my two year old son to candy corn by doing this same trick. I know his great grandmother was with
us in spirit. ~ Susan from Florida
I remember the first time I
went trick or treating alone I was probably 12 and I was with a
bunch of my friends. We knew the neighborhood pretty well so we
headed off with a plan so that we could make it to every house in
the neighborhood and have major loot.
We came upon a house I had
never been to with my mother, we slowly approached the house and an
elderly man came to the door and handed us each ONE INDIVIDUAL candy
corn... folks I talking he had unwrapped it and gave us each only
one... needless to say I never got to eat it... it was a whole year
before I got anymore too. ~ Brittany from Indiana
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