Growing up, our family had cereal for breakfast multiple times a week as many American families do. I don’t remember my mom’s or sister’s favorite cereals. Or mine, either; maybe Peanut Butter Crunch. But my dad would always have Frosted Flakes. This must have been why I had the misconception that Frosted Flakes was an “adult” cereal, and kids simply didn’t eat it.*
One morning, at the age of 7 or 8, I was sitting at the table while my parents were preparing breakfast. All of a sudden, I get a bowl of Frosted Flakes thrust in front of me. Subconsciously, “This is grown-up food!” runs through my mind. My eyes reacted by widening in terror and welling up with tears. “I don’t like Frosted Flakes…” I whinily muttered in complete intimidation (and even though I’d never even tried it before).
My dad irritatedly said I didn’t need to cry if I didn’t want it, and got some Cap’n Crunch. It was about 3 or 4 years until I had the guts to try it. Never found it that good.
What about you, dear reader? What was one of your bizarre fears?