Food for Thought

As a small child, having a vivid imagination sometimes backfired on me. When it did, it was usually because of my sweet tooth. I remember these artificial grapes we kept as a centrepiece for the dining room table. They looked so real, so ripe and juicy. I stared at them for a long time. There was no way they could look that good, I reasoned, without also being delicious. My little hand went out, plucked one from the bunch, and popped it into my eager mouth. I bit down and the glass grape exploded. There was no taste but the taste of blood from my violated gums. I ran to the bathroom sink and spat the pieces back out. On another occasion I was making mudpies...
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