Once in a while, a bizarre childhood memory will pop into my head. I'm quite sure the memory is true, because I've recalled it many times over the years. Probably about 20 years ago, I was in my bedroom, while my older sister sat in the doorway picking her nose. As she ate the excavated treasure, she claimed, "it tastes like maple syrup," and suggested that I try it too. Whether she really thought it tasted like sweet sap is a mystery. I believe she was only trying to trick me into doing the same.

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