Grape flavored chewable tylenol and the smell of my parents bedspread are enough to make me sick. They remind me of coming home sick from school with the most godawful migraines and laying in their bed. It was a once a week thing for many years.
Oooh, another one. My brother one day had eaten several peanut butter sandwiches and proclaimed that if he even sees more peanut butter he’ll puke. Me, half thinking he was joking (or rather thinking, hmmm maybe’s he’s only half joking) shoved the peanut butter jar in his face. Wanna guess what he did, yup, puked. To this day, some 17ish years ago, he still won’t go near peanut butter.