Picture your computer screen going all wavey like a bad movie transition flashback. Everything is black and white.
Summer vacation. School has just let out and we are having a family picnic in a pavilion at the park. All the cousins are there. It is a very hot day.
Sandwiches and deli meats and cheese have been laid out on platters buffet style. No parents are paying attention to the snacks, they're too busy relaxing.
The kids are running and playing in the sun, and sneaking in snack breaks between bouts of fun. Cheese curls. UNLIMITED cheese curls.
And then, a ham and cheese sandwich. The cheese is slightly melted and the ham is slimy from being out in the sun for a while. But fuck it! We are kids.
More running in the sweltering sun.
As many cheese curls and slices of cheese as I can eat.
It's time to go. The car is swelteringly hot, having been cooking out in the sun all day. A bag of cheese curls for the road!
Traffic. Start and stop. Start and stop. Crunching on the cheese curls in the sweltering heat. Start and stop.
Something feels wrong in my belly. I ask my parents to pull over. I throw up all over the side of the road. It's like an orange geyser of cheesy bile.
Never again. Never again...
I cannot eat cheese after that incident. Just looking at a bag of cheese curls turns my stomach. That must have been close to 20 years ago now.