When I was a kid in Tulsa (1957), every saturday I would walk four blocks to the doughnut shop and load up with bags of six. Then I would walk back to my neighborhood and go door to door. When they were all gone, usually after a few hours, I would walk back to the shop to return the money and get. my cut. Baseball cards/bubble gum and a comic book for me at the local convenience store
I did read the Bible and it ruined the whole God thing…