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My mother, when I swore, had a jar of powered vitamin C. She'd make a cup of that and force you to sit at the table and drink it until it was done. That had to be the worst tasting stuff that a person could give a 9 year old.
So now, because of that am I a bad child? No.
Do I now fear all forms of medicine? No.
Do I fear my mother now? No.
Each story is different. I could site just as many stories that claim the other side of the story and all that would happen is people would re-affirm to themselves that their belief are better. What works for some, doesn't work for others.
As for myself? I will keep vinegar in mind when my fiancee and I have our children.
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