I remember how I was always the last one done eating. How if you finished your food, you could leave the table. I was always alone in the kitchen.
I remember being alone, eating Chef Boyardee ravioli. I was so thirsty, so I snuck a drink of milk. I had been sitting there so long that my milk was warm. I gagged on it and threw up in my bowl. I remember my babysitter coming in. When I told her what happened, she said I was lying. I remember how she made me eat it anyway. :(
I didn't eat ravioli until I was 15 years old. My boyfriend's mother made it (fried) and I didn't want to be rude. It was good, but I'll NEVER eat canned ravioli again, nor make my kids eat it. For a long time I had to put ice in my milk. If it was not ice cold, I would gag. :( I still keep my fridge super cold for my milk.
Funny how little things spell out how you will do something for the rest of your life.