There are things you refuse to try no matter what. For some it is a food, for others a rollercoaster they don’t want to ride or maybe even a movie they will not watch. I have my set of quirks like those. For example, I have always hated fish.
It is not like I didn’t try it. I did. Many times. At a restaurant. Gross. In a soup. No thanks. Even when I was told it was chicken. Nasty. My parents would always make me try it and no matter what I would end up crying or gagging. They would even try to convince me by quoting Dr. Seuss, “You do not like it, so you say. Try it! Try it! And you may.” My response remained the same, “I do not like it here or there, I do not like it anywhere.” At my dining room table, feeling forced and being filled with bad memories of …show more content…
This world that is so opposite my everyday life that even the cars passing me by were on the wrong side. The simple little shop, so tiny that there was no where to sit, but perfect for the setting and feel of this cute little town. It forced us to go out and adventure to find a piece of grass to enjoy the delicious fish and chips that eventually filled our bellies. The lemony tang beautifully enticing me from the very first bite. The perfect crunchy breading around the tender white meat flaking off in layers.
The normally annoying seagulls flew gracefully around us on the streets of Peebles and I knew that even they could tell that these fish and chips were like no other. I fought for my share just as each member of my family did and when the boxes were devastatingly empty I sighed and took in a breathe as if to savor the moment. After this delicious fish meal, with not even a speck left over for the seagulls to enjoy. How was I supposed to go back to disliking fish so fully after this experience. This long time enemy of mine was now a friend and it could not be denied.
My parents marveled at this almost as much as I
It is not like I didn’t try it. I did. Many times. At a restaurant. Gross. In a soup. No thanks. Even when I was told it was chicken. Nasty. My parents would always make me try it and no matter what I would end up crying or gagging. They would even try to convince me by quoting Dr. Seuss, “You do not like it, so you say. Try it! Try it! And you may.” My response remained the same, “I do not like it here or there, I do not like it anywhere.” At my dining room table, feeling forced and being filled with bad memories of …show more content…
This world that is so opposite my everyday life that even the cars passing me by were on the wrong side. The simple little shop, so tiny that there was no where to sit, but perfect for the setting and feel of this cute little town. It forced us to go out and adventure to find a piece of grass to enjoy the delicious fish and chips that eventually filled our bellies. The lemony tang beautifully enticing me from the very first bite. The perfect crunchy breading around the tender white meat flaking off in layers.
The normally annoying seagulls flew gracefully around us on the streets of Peebles and I knew that even they could tell that these fish and chips were like no other. I fought for my share just as each member of my family did and when the boxes were devastatingly empty I sighed and took in a breathe as if to savor the moment. After this delicious fish meal, with not even a speck left over for the seagulls to enjoy. How was I supposed to go back to disliking fish so fully after this experience. This long time enemy of mine was now a friend and it could not be denied.
My parents marveled at this almost as much as I