1959
I was seven.
My older brother Frank My sister Regina as a scarecrow and me. During dinner my mother served us beets from a can. We had never seen a beet before, but my mother said that we weren't going trick or treating unless we finished them. I put a small bite in my mouth and immediately spit it out. I tried to wash it down with milk and upchucked the backwash onto my plate. My mother was disappointed, but my brother and sister even tried. We put our plates in the sink and went out into the night. Hunting Halloween treats. With demon friends.
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