Allergies.

For as long as i can remember I have always been the sniffly friend, the friend who can't feed horses, the friend who is so conjested she can't see.  For as long as I can remember I have always been that friend.  My best friend pointed this out to me not too long ago. 
You see she knows me like the back of her hand.  Of course she would she's been my best friend since kindergarten. 
Anyways I believe her exact words were "You're the sick kid friend" it actually made me chuckle because its the honest truth.  and my prime example of this is a time when Dina and I were in the 6th or 7th grade.
Dina's mom was always into wild life.  She had a pet raccoon for the majority of our childhood and she nursed a baby blue jays back to health to many times to count on one hand.  but inparticularly she had a weak spot for horses.  Which would explain Dinas love of the creature.  One time she took Dina and I out to her friends ranch where we were always welcome to explore.  This day we didn't feel like adventure much so we decided to feed the horses.  We fed them alfalfa.  One of the many plants I am allergic to.. almost immediately my hand started breaking out in little red bumps. I asked Dina what we were feeding them she replied "I don't know... stuff you feed horses?"
Appearantly she wasn't comprehending the seriousness of the question so I asked her again "what are we feeding these horses? i really need to know."
She replied "probably alfalfa. why?"
My heart stoped. I had always heard of those people dying because of stuff they were allergic too.. and I was a very over dramatic 13 year old. "I'm allergic to alfalfa!" I shouted as we began to run toward the house.
When we got there her mother emmidiately told me not to touch my face so of course my face started itching uncontrolably because it was the one thing that I couldnt touch on my body..
Dinas mom turned on the hose and washed off my hands and the bumps went away.  I was fine.  but to this day I'm iffy when it comes to what I feed animals