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I have this unusual hatred of hair balls and dust bunnies. I think the following memory finally explains why I have such a strong feeling of disgust for wads of hair. I know, it sounds silly.
I am about seven years old. I am wearing that white shirt and trousers that is in that one portrait of me as a child. I am playing hide and seek with some other children. I am in a bedroom. The room doesn't look very familiar and I am unsure whose home I am in. The floor is hardwood. I may be with another child in this room. It's just a feeling since I don't see anyone else. I crawl under the bed to hide.
There is a lot of dust underneath this bed. I move my hand across the floor. My hand is covered with hair! I suddenly don't feel very well. I feel like retching and start to cough. I struggle to get out from underneath the bed. I am coughing violently. There is another child there with me who seems concerned, but I don't see their face since I am so sick feeling. I glance down at my shirt front and I am covered with dusty and hair from the floor! I feel even more sick and revolted.
I start to brush the filth off my shirt and the dust starts to fly even more and I start to choke and start to vomit violently. I can't stop. The dust in the air and my reaction. I think an adult comes into the room and is upset and concerned. Someone struggles to remove the shirt that I am wearing. I think they are hoping that removing the clothing will help. Someone also opens the window in the room and directs me to the fresh air.
I breath in the fresh morning air. The sky is blue and clear and the grass below is bright green. I am sticking my head out of a second story window of a fairly small house. I am exhausted from choking and trying to throw up even though I didn't have an upset stomach.
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