Every morning as we woke up at Bible camp, line up to get breakfast in the same building they called the temple. The fresh taste of tang which was Native orange juice as they call it. All the kids sit down and eat and coffee grounds would be spread all over the floor to keep the dust down when sweeping. The smell is still in the air when I think of it. No candy was available up at camp, but some people would bring some up when they visit. Lucky to get a RingPop every once in a while. As if candy was needed, the time there was sweet enough.