It can be anything, like, I hate marbles and they terrorize me. It all started one holiday dinner when my aunt Bertha was sitting across from me at dinner. She has allergies and had forgotten her medication that day. Somewhere between the main course and dessert she sneezed. This was one hell of a sneeze and it caused her glass eye to fly across the table and land in my mouth mid chew. This was the last time I ever chewed with my mouth open and the last time I ever played marbles or thought that a round glass object was even remotely something to play with or own.