In the comments, people are talking about kids being startled or getting traumatized, but for me, passing out in a haunted house or cracking my head open while running away and bleeding everywhere is just a 'that happened' memory. Ghosts, killers, or goblins? Nah. My real trauma is seasoned seaweed and stir-fried seaweed stems. Back in kindergarten, we had stir-fried seaweed stems for lunch.

But little me was way too gullible. My friend joked, 'It's stir-fried mantis legs!' and from that moment, all I could see on my tray was a pile of those things crawling everywhere. I lost it, crying and barfing. I told my parents the teacher gave me mantises for lunch, and after a huge shitstorm, the kindergarten was proven innocent. Then in 1st grade, we had seasoned seaweed. I had lost all my front teeth and couldn't chew that stuff, so I left it. But the psycho teacher standing by the waste bin bitched at me for not eating. I told her I couldn't chew because of my teeth, but she just shoved a spoonful of seaweed into my mouth. I vomited and couldn't eat for three days. What's even more traumatic is that as a kid, I blamed myself and couldn't even tell my parents. Even now, if I see similar food or even smell it, I feel sick.

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