I love peanuts, cashews, pecans, walnuts, and sunflower seeds. However, walnuts are the one and only out of the group in which I cannot eat as I get terrible back pain after consumption of them.
Aside from walnuts having a great taste that highly appeals to me they are also very nutritious. As a child I was able to eat these type of nuts continuously without a problem. I must had developed an allergenic reaction from walnuts over the following years or they just no longer agreed with my body chemistry. I was about sixteen when I first experienced any unfavorable response.
I tried once again when I reached adulthood to see if my body was able to tolerate the constitutes of walnuts. I was not successful at my attempt and disappointed at how I would never possibly be able to take pleasure indulging in what use to be one of my favorite nuts to crack open and devour.
As a child, my mother always kept me clean and very well-dressed. I constantly had the latest clothes and footwear if it had appealed to me.
During my teenage years my mother use to offer to buy me any type of clothing that I wanted just as long as she could afford to purchase the items at a reasonable price, however, I’d usually refuse her generosity when it came to buying apparel as I wasn’t interested in fashion. I was more preoccupied with food and health. So my mom would get me the type of things I liked to eat since I was growing up strictly vegan at that specific time.
My mother sometimes would hassle with me to get extra clothes when we’d go out shopping together, but, I didn’t want them. I never went without, though, I had brand new stuff stored away for years before I eventually wore them. I wasn’t the average teenager and I never gave my mother any problems that is why she was enthusiastic to give me things. She considered me to be a good kid who never wanted anything or ever bugged her about anything.
My mother loved to dress ever since she herself was a teen and she owned a lot of extremely nice apparel. I had good taste and dressed nice too but I wasn’t into clothing the way my mom was. There was plenty of people who were struck with admiration and jealous of her clothes, and fancy style of dress, whether she wore casual or eventful gear. A few of our neighbors would either ask to borrow certain items of my mother’s wardrobe or they’d attempt to put together outfits of their own to duplicate.
It is said that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, I guess so.
There was always music within my household. I’m listening to gorgeous tunes right now at low volume as I write.
My mother made sure I had my own Walkman, Record Player, Organ, Boom Box, and giant set of Headphones as a child growing up.
My mother enjoyed listening to her own complete stereo system that included the tall speakers in which she’d blast.
I have other relatives who adored music and some were even talented within the skills of writing notes and playing musical instruments professionally.
We had loads of albums, cassette tapes, and CDs to engage in as we loved all types of music from soft rock, pop, jazz, rhythm and blues, particular rap, alternative, gospel, and whatever sounded good to the ears.