When I was a little boy, I was always traumatized by the sight of onions in my food.
If my mum was not looking, I would start with an onions-cleansing ritual before dealing with the food.
Now I'm older, I wonder what the world would be like without it.
Do you know that the reason onions has its shape is because it makes the world go round?
Onions is life. Onions was created before sliced bread.
A life without onions is a life of oblivion.

...well, there you have it - my one minute of idleness.

I pray this would be the last you catch me in this state.

PS: What's your own story? What traumatized you when you were much younger that you are now a crusader of?