In one of my earliest memories of school lunch time, I am sitting under the old oak tress (in my mind they are oak trees, wonder what they really were) at the edge of the school playground and eating my bag lunch with a group of classmates. I was happily eating a cheese sandwich when one of the girls pointed to me and said, “She’s a mouse.” What?
“You’re eating cheese. Mice like cheese. You’re a mouse!” It was a great joke that everybody enjoyed.
But, oddly enough, the more I thought about the sandwich and a mouse eating cheese, the less I liked my sandwich. After that I wouldn’t take a cheese sandwich any more. That silly joke turned me against eating a plain cheese sandwich. I still don’t want a cheese sandwich, unless it’s grilled cheese. I like that very much, even though a mouse would probably like it, too.
The mind can play tricks on us.