First, I don't expect anyone to discuss things or events best left to therapy sessions. Just things that embarrassed you as a kid that you can laugh off now because it seems superficial looking back. I'll begin.
When I was maybe twelve or so, I had a Doctor Dreadful Lunch Lab. I loved the ads, and the thought of making gross but edible things. Said set had stuff that made zombie blood, decayed flesh, and mold to put on bread. Really it was just sugary dye.
But when I finally got one, I was super excited. I loved the blood and candied flesh. But when I got to the green dye and made a moldy PB&J sandwich, one bite and I nearly upchucked. I didn't know why. My sisters, who couldn't stand the sight of real mold anymore than I could, thought the fake moldy bread was funny and were chomping away. I couldn't even finish mine, and they were laughing (even my mother), because it the toy that I wanted but couldn't handle!
On the other hand, I had accidentally ingested moldy food before; bread, doughnuts, rolls - always spitting them out and discarding them once I realized what I was eating. For some reason, my brain knew I was eating something fresh, but my subconscious made my body reject them. Eventually, my sisters finished off the mold mix; they understood, and left me with the red stuff. Memories.
When I was maybe twelve or so, I had a Doctor Dreadful Lunch Lab. I loved the ads, and the thought of making gross but edible things. Said set had stuff that made zombie blood, decayed flesh, and mold to put on bread. Really it was just sugary dye.
But when I finally got one, I was super excited. I loved the blood and candied flesh. But when I got to the green dye and made a moldy PB&J sandwich, one bite and I nearly upchucked. I didn't know why. My sisters, who couldn't stand the sight of real mold anymore than I could, thought the fake moldy bread was funny and were chomping away. I couldn't even finish mine, and they were laughing (even my mother), because it the toy that I wanted but couldn't handle!
On the other hand, I had accidentally ingested moldy food before; bread, doughnuts, rolls - always spitting them out and discarding them once I realized what I was eating. For some reason, my brain knew I was eating something fresh, but my subconscious made my body reject them. Eventually, my sisters finished off the mold mix; they understood, and left me with the red stuff. Memories.