Fondest memory of my corner liquor store was back when we were youngsters (around 8 or so) and went there to buy "packs" of chocolate cigarettes. Actual hard box packs that contained something like 10 or 20 (don't remember) paper wrapped chocolate sticks that looked just like the cigs that mom and dad used to smoke.

I think it was Ghandi who said, "When you mind f**k a child you mind f**k them for life."