No Way

If you knew me when I was a child, you would never guess I would grow up to be a vegetarian. I steadfastly refused to eat any vegetables except iceberg lettuce salad and celery sticks. I sat staring at my plate for many an hour after everybody else had left the table. “All we want you to do is try it – just take one bite,” my parents would say. No way I was going to fall for that, when in the past I had cooperated only to have my mouth flooded with a taste so horrifying it made me gag.