I remember begging my mum to buy me a Crunchie, fully expecting the thing to explode when I unwrapped it.None.
I still haven't recovered from the trauma as a 6 year old, when I had my first Easter egg. It sat on the mantle piece in its shiny silveryness for weeks during lent and I couldn't wait. Then Easter Sunday came and I picked it up - the effing thing was HOLLOW.
After the tears dried up I remember negotiating with mum that in future if she could just spend the equivalent amount of money on chocolate bars then that would be a favourable solution going forward.
It was my first lesson in appearances being deceptive and how the world is out to scam you with false images and advertising.
I was 22.