Dad used to surprise us with a KitKat.
K is for KitKat
Random. That’s how I remember KitKat candy bars. The family would take a trip to Atlanta or to visit a relative. Dad would emerge from the gas station with a candy bar for us to share. 
It didn’t happen every time and that’s what made it a fun treat. There are four chocolate coated bars in a regular sized KitKat. With three kids and two adults, someone got shortchanged. I don’t recall it ever being me.
If there were fights over the candy bar, I’ve blocked those out. This simple gesture of sharing left a great impression on me. I think of Dad every time I see a KitKat bar.