I hate seafood. Someone mentions seafood and my stomach gets queasy. According to my mother my distaste for seafood came at a very young age. My parents took me to a church festival when I was three years old. My father took me to that game where you try to throw ping pong balls into bowls of colored water. Apparently I won myself a fish. At that age I didn’t realize those fish only lived for about a week. I was so excited and would watch that fish swim for hours at a time. One day after my mother brought me home from the baby sitter Gwen’s when I noticed my fish was gone. My mother made up some story about how my brother was giving it a bath. I was three, what did I know? I forgot all about it and got lost in an episode of Sesame Street. Later that night during dinner I asked what we were eating and my mother replied fish sticks. My father laughed and said ‘yeah it’s your pet goldfish.’ I was so traumatized that I’ve never eaten sea food since. Well that’s not true, I’ve tried to eat seafood but my throat swells and I feel sick immediately. This sucks, do you know how difficult it is to order food on vacation or nice restaurants? Seafood is everywhere laughing at me.