I still sometimes picture Florida as a giant theme park. I know it’s wrong, even when I was a kid my family visited places other than Orlando when we went there, but that imagine is still in the back up my mind. I’ll also automatically refer to a dog as “he” until I find out otherwise, and a cat as “she”. I still have a vague sense of unease in cemeteries (saw Return of the Living Dead as a kid courtesy of big brother, and find toddler sized dolls creepy (Child’s Play. :smack: I also have a default imagine of women being comply blank “down there” courtesy of Linnea Quigley and the Pioneer plaque. :o