I don’t know about you but every time my family ends up at Walmart, there’s always that moment where I tell myself I’m just going in for one or two things, and somehow I still end up drifting into the snack aisles like I always do. It’s not even intentional anymore. It just happen when you have teens at home who love to eat. I walk past the main aisles, and I pass whatever I came in for, and then suddenly I’m standing in front of shelves that don’t really feel like shopping—they feel like memory. That’s usually when it hits me. Because it’s never just chips or candy sitting…