It was a Thursday; like any other day. I was standing in the lunch line as the familar scent of burnt corndogs and half-eaten mashed potatoes filled what I called nose holes.
I felt a scratch in my nose and I had the urge to scratch it. I pulled my index finger up to my face and thought for a moment. My 5-year-old brain was processing if I should go through with this or not. Not many kids in my class picked their nose; and the ones that did were considered "nasty".
Mindlessly I stuck my finger up my nose and began wiggling it around in there. I felt something squishy and gooey touch my finger, therefore I pulled it out and it was a little green blob, which I instantly knew was a booger.
Being the curious little punk I was, I mindlessly stuck my index finger in my mouth *with the booger still on it, mind you*. A dirty, gooey, strange flavor hit my tongue as soon as that booger made contact with my tongue. I wasn't sure if it was a good taste or a bad taste.
I mindlessly licked the booger off my finger, swallowing it loudly. I decided that boogers a delicious, salty taste, therefore my habit began.
Everyday during recess I would hide in the slide and eat those gooey boogers of mine. I hoped and prayed that I would never ever be found out. Unfortunely, I was found out.
One of those me-like people was preparing to go down the slide, booty prepared to plop down and slide down and everything, when he spotted me picking at that gooey gold in my nose that I liked to eat.
That little tattletail ratted me out to everybody, including my friends. Nobody would talk to me for the rest of the week.
I stopped eating my boogers after that day and have never touched a booger since. I guess I learned that day that even the most delicious, most tastiest things in life are just meant to not be eaten; which included my boogers.