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A childhood belief about nasty food

When I was about 6 or 7, my mom cooked some kind of meat for dinner. While I was sitting next to my older brother, (who was 12 at the time) he leaned over and whispered that I shouldn't eat the meat because it was poodle (dog) meat. I was disgusted and didn't eat the meat. I wasn't aloud to leave the table until I finished my dinner, so while my mom was in doing the dishes, I brought my plate over to the indoor plant and buried the meat in the dirt. I was then able to leave the table. I have never told her about the meat in the plant!!! HaHa

— Alyssa

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