Food. For thought.
Yeah. Food. You know that stuff....we need it to live...some of us are addicted to it....some of us are afraid of it....some of us only deal with it because we have to. I'm that gal right there at the end. It was impossible to get met to eat properly when I was a child. I've always craved salty things so my mom would keep saltine crackers and whatnot in the house. In an effort to keep me drinking water the way I should she'd let me have them fairly often. Beyond that, I had the typical kid diet that most children today enjoy....lots of starch, lots of salt and sugar. Most children in the woods in the late 70's, early 80's didn't get to be too picky, I was a rare kid. I remember being punished repeatedly by my parents, friends parents, aunts, uncles, etc, for being such a picky eater. My second grade teacher refused to let me get away with not eating what she believed I should. There were several standoffs at lunch that year...some that I won, som