I grew up in a household where the cooking was very bland. My mother had pepper, salt, cinnamon, and nutmeg as her only spices. When she did make a dish that required some different spice- maybe chili for instance, she would treat the spice like it was highly radioactive. She would add the tiniest bit of chili that she possibly could to the mixture in order not to poison her family. Our next door neighbours however, came from Northern India. My friend Darius' mother would add lots of spices to her cooking. You could smell the Tandoori and Vindaloo from her kitchen. It smelled very different from my mother's cooking. To this day, even though my list of food preferences has grown, I still prefer bland cooking to spicy dishes.
When I was young, quite often at street fairs, my mother would buy me cotton candy or fairy floss. I remember quite enjoying it. Now the thought of eating it, makes my stomach churn. It is just so sickly sweet. There is also nothing worse than getting the strands of sugar caught in one's beard and moustache.