I experienced epiphany
at the age of nine
upon discovering
over a plate of spaghetti
at a friend’s house
that not all American families
eat Rice
with every meal.
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the sieve and the sand 
I was like 15 before I realized not all families eat meatloaf with every meal
Haha you make me laugh… I always wonder what happens after the epiphany, though(never had one of them epiphanies).Did you go on a strike?
Any who, when I was about nine, the doctor after some experimental trials declared that I couldn’t eat rice you know. Apparently it was one of the causes for my allergies. So I ate pasta till I was like 18. But once in a while, I would hid beneath the table (after everybody else left) and eat rice. Eating rice was such a rush(you probably never thought THAT while eating it); It tasted strange and new each time but then I’d be sick like a dog for like a week, thinking “I’ll never do this again…”
Oh, the childhood I’ve had. This story is for all of you out there with strange childhoods and ambiguous love/hate relationships with rice…
@ Roger Mugs: Meatloaf? There is someone in this world who after reading your comment would say, “waow,quite a childhood he had, one of abundance and lavish feast of meatloaf…” but I just chose to laugh :))
OK, I’m done ranting for now.
Peace out,
freakynewchild