The box from the food bank always had a "fruit cocktail" with a few red cherries, pineapple, pear, peaches and other candied sugary fruit remnants. My sister and I would dig through the contents of the can and evenly split the cherries, all one to four of them, and then share the rest. We ate it out of hunger and obligation, but once I got used to the flavor/sugar high, I do recall occasionally asking for it at the store. It always did make me sick after eating it, but I was HUNGRY and didn't know any better. None of us did. It was the tail end of the information dark ages, the late eighties and early nineties. If it was "food" I ate it. All of it. And then I went outside and played like the devil.