Ok,
Umm, Where to begin with this. I have absolutley no idea what it was that could have possibly happened to me that involved spaghetti o's but something sure did.
First memory of a spag. o moment. I was in high school maybe a Freshman. I was hungary and the only thing in the house I could find that was quick and easy was a can of spaghetti O's. I thought to myself eewww. But, I like spaghetti so I thought ok let me try these agian. Something about the smell they put off just made me sick to my stomach. Everytime. But.. this time, As they were nuking the smell hit me hard. I never even got the chance to get them out of the microwave. I had to run fast to the potty to puke. I got so sweaty and dizzy. I barley remembering climbing upstairs to my bedroom to fall down on my bed and cry myself to sleep. LITTERALLY. When I woke the two days later I was on the couch downstairs. Explain to me how I got down there and two days later. Not only that. This is so hard to believe but I went to school and held conversations with my sister, mom and best friends that I know never happened. I always thought they were messing with me. But, How in the world did I go to school and do it and not know it. I was sleeping in my bed. Well, I tried to explain what happened to my family and friends and they thought I was just messing. Honestly, that is not the only time I have missed out on life. I was playing on the play ground in the 5h grade and all of the sudden dont know how but it went from Friday evening to Monday nite. My mom was sure that the neighbor guy had drugged me with candy. She said it was LSD she knew it. Now ( she is paranoid schizo) She accused him but was afraid to do anything about it fraid he would kill us. He was a cool guy the dad to a friend. They say that weekend I was in a gaze. Stareing off and not really paying attention to them. My mom said that I was sitting in front of the tv and turned around to her and said "You brought this all on yourself.." She said it was not my voice and she had whooped my butt and put me in my room for it. Then on Monday nite when I "returned" to myself I asked how I got there at the table and from the playground? My mom freaked plum out her and my sister telling me how crazy and drugged I had acted and that it was now Monday night. They said the day before while walking down Main Street beside them going from one store to another I had walked into a powerpole and just sat down on the ground and wouldnt get up till they picked me up and got me moving. Many times I have smelled spaghetti o's and start to sweat like a panic attack coming on. Latley, not but a year ago I did it agian. My son wanted some of that canned raviolee spelling? I started cooking it, went and puked and straight to bed and woke to find that I had lost another whole day in bed sleeping. I thought it was the next morning but it wasn't. Then, the weird part, like it could get any weirder huh? Well, a couple days ago me and My husband were driving home from Charleston and listening to the radio. Well the Martina McBride song came on the one were she sings "This ones for the girls" when she got to the part about being 25 in a little apartment tring to survive on dreams and spaghetti o;s i started feeling my heart pump harder then still singing I started getting really emotional then felt like i was going to cry by the end of the song. I told my husband that that song made me wanna cry. He asked why and I said its my life sorta all the way throught that song. Or maybe it was the spaghetti o's part. He was like "What??"
I just kept singing on. Why bother. So thought i would post this here. Does anyone have smell that trigger ya. Whats going on with me anybody know?