While she was pregnant with me, my mother was working at the infamous mental hospital in Chattahoochee (so bad they made a movie out of it starring Gary Sinese); she was just in the pathology lab, away from the evil stuff, but I wonder if some of it didn't "get on her" a little bit).
Anyway, during those months, on her doc's advice not to gain too much weight, she lived mainly on black coffee with saccharine, and lettuce with lemon juice. Pretty far along, her boss made them watch Hitchcock's Psycho, and it scared her so badly she fainted and fell off her stool.
I remember standing on the car seat beside my Daddy too: the insides of cars seemed as big as houses. Most summers I had black feet all summer long from going barefoot 24/7--that ground-in dirt would not ever wash all the way off. I think we had EXTRA sugar in our Koolaid, and we ate lots of fried chicken, fried green tomatoes, fried okra, fried squash fritters....
Despite all these childhood horrors, I think I turned out sort of okay, but that whole Psycho bit worries me sometimes. MWAAAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHA