I have a weird bad association with peanut butter cookies. When I was a kid, I was playing with the neighborhood kids, riding bikes or something. One of the kids was, from my parents' perspective, one of the "bad" kids. Far from the worst, there was no problem with me just hanging out and tooling around...but I definitely shouldn't have been at his house. For one, he was, for whatever reason, considered a bad seed. For another, my parents didn't even really know his parents. And to top it off, his house was across a semi-major street, out of bounds for me to be going without my parents at that age. And I DEFINITELY shouldn't have been accepting peanut butter cookies while at this house I wasn't supposed to be at. But I did. And while eating one, one of my teeth fell out (baby tooth) in a painful and bloody way. So not only did I have to make my way home, bleeding and in pain, I had to admit to my parents that I was eating ilicit peanut butter cookies.
Stupid peanut butter cookies.
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