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The weirdest and, most uncomfortable memories I have go back to my early school years, around the ages of between 5 to 7 we used to get milk deliveries to the school. Every kid would be given a bottle of milk and a straw and we were forced to drink it mid morning, before we were let out into the school yard. I was always the last one to finish the stuff. That white bottle was an abomination in my eyes. I truely hated the stuff, one sniff and a mouthfull would make me reach so much I'd get yak rise up my throat.
To this day, when I smell milk I get visions of myself sitting at my desk in class, with the teacher there staring at me waiting for me to finish it. I can't drink milk on it's own, the taste and smell is just too much.
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