I think I was in the fifth grade when I told my folks I no longer wanted to be a part of an elite choir called The Dallas Girls’ Chorus.  My public school elementary teacher, Mrs. Martin, had suggested when I was in the third grade that I try out.  I think I sang for a year and a half and I absolutely LOVED it.  I never wanted to quit the choir!!  Then the entire chorus of maybe 100 something girls got the opportunity to travel to Washington D.C. to sing for the current President of the Untied States.  I knew there was no way my folks could get that kind of money and I wanted to protect them from the pain and embarrassment I felt.  They had sacrificed a lot just to provide for my uniform!  I felt guilty, but not as much as if I had told them how ruthlessly I was shunned by the choristers there.  I distinctly remember this one girl in particular, who wore her beautiful dark hair in two French braids.  Once when we were standing in line at the water fountain during a break the girl in front of me said to her that she liked her hair.  With a hollow voice, I can still recall her saying, “the maid did it.”  That is the precise moment I realized just how very rich I was.  It killed me to leave the choir but I knew I had the unconditional, unwavering love and support of my parents; parents who were ALWAYS there for me.  As I look back I feel it was deplorable to not somehow provide for the maybe four girls who could not afford to make the trip.  But what does all this have to do with a sugar rush?  Well, every now and then when I was a kid the ice cream truck would stop by our apartment complex.  Daddy always had quarters and he would send me out to the black top road to choose something.  I am married now and we live in a house with a little girl of our own.  I had not heard the sound of a real ice cream truck in four decades!  Our third grader heard the music from a distance and shrieked with glee!  She asked if she could go see if they had anything for her that was gluten-free.  I texted my girlfriend who lives about a mile away with a little girl about the same age.  She told me he was going sort of door-to-door by request (text) and was kind enough to pass along our address.  When that truck pulled up I felt so very small again.  Sure enough, they had some old school classics I had loved that were gluten-free.  My little girl jumped up and down and thanked the man repeatedly.  I could feel her excitement and saw the light in her eyes.  The young man could not have been more genuinely kind.  Since they accepted credit, I added an “adult” ice cream on for myself.  You have not LIVED until you’ve had whiskey ice cream!!!  As I spoke with the operator, I learned it was a family business.  The magic and wonder those tunes and that truck managed to bring back was indescribable.  Dylan Lauren, the daughter of the American fashion designer Ralph Lauren, said, “People will say candy is recession-proof, and we’re definitely seeing nostalgic candies coming about, and people want that sugar rush and that nostalgic happiness, like their childhood times.”  I told Mr. Sugar Rush that anytime he was in the neighborhood he could count on us!  Childhood lasts for but a moment; magical memories last a lifetime.  Life is short:  if the opportunity presents itself and you are able — indulge in the sugar rush.