When I was a little girl - three years old or something like that - my parents took me to the birthday party of my granny. There were about twenty people, all our relatives, and everyone was having fun, except me, because I was told that sweets were bad for my health.
Then one of my inconsiderate aunts gave me a lollypop and was surprised to see that chit of a girl (me, yes) looking thoughtfully at the candy and then giving it back, because it was risky. She discussed it with everyone else, and finally another aunt said: "This child thinks too much".
I dare say it was a prophecy or, possibly, a curse, even though I got to eat a really big p