I am a lifelong picky eater. I've always had issues with smell and texture, especially regarding cooked vegetables. I once asked my mumsie why she didn't push me to eat veggies as a toddler. She said I would gag even then when she tried to get me to eat them.
This reminds me of the time I was shopping in Ross Dress for Less when, all of a sudden, I hear a cat meowing. I'm looking all around me trying to figure out WHO would bring a cat into the store. The meowing stops, then starts again a few minutes later. It is then I feel my phone vibrating in my purse and I realize it is the ringtone of one of my friends that is calling me. We had a good laugh when I told them what happened!
I remember when Mt St Helens erupted on May 18, 1980. I was living on the Washington coast and we heard the mountain blow it's top. I don't think the ash came our way from that eruption, but it did from a subsequent one. My dad still has a small jar with some in it.
It didn't get my first name, just a variation of it on the 5th try. It took 3 tries for my middle name. My mom made sure to give me a name that has been butchered verbally and in writing my whole life. (And got me assigned to the boys locker room!) I have family on both sides (mom, dad, aunts, uncles, and cousins that have same names so we have to say first and middle name or variations of their name to differentiate who we are talking about.
I found a children's book series that I read decades ago that I'd been searching for through Amazon's "if you liked that, you might like this." I've tried tracking down another book I read about a U.S. president with the last name of Moody who time traveled back to WWII, if I remember correctly.