As I’ve gotten
wiser older, I’ve really come to realize the impact that our childhood has on our adult life. I recognize that childhood is extremely important; and as parents we always talk about how big of an impact it has on how our kids turn out. Lately I’ve done some soul searching of my own, and I’ve picked up on a few things about myself that are a direct result of my childhood.
I hate English Peas, Pot-Pie of any kind, and Potato Stroganoff Hamburger Helper. Seriously. These are my three all time least favorite foods. Ever. Probably because my mom never fixed any other kind of Hamburger Helper growing up. It was always that same kind. And I grew up in a “if you don’t eat your supper, you’ll go to bed without a snack” kind of home. So, I had to eat the nasty mess. The Pot-Pie distaste is thanks to my dad. And the fact that he made me eat one one night
because I initially told him I wanted it, and he fixed it for me against my will. And I got sick. Never again. The English Peas? Those were my sister’s favorite. I preferred Green Beans. But we rarely ate those, because baby sister didn’t like them.
I am deathly afraid of clowns. Remember Stephen Kings It? My daddy let me sit up one night when I was about five or six and watch it with him. I don’t think he realized I was actually watching it. Or maybe he thought I fell asleep or would close my eyes when it got scary. I didn’t. And it gave me nightmares. I’m still a little squeamish around the red-haired, nose honking, flat footed guys at the circus (which is 99% of the reason why we don’t go to the circus).
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