My history of hate
Growing up, I used to hate two things. Well, that is not exactly true. I didn't like two things. Hate was a swear word in our house. I was not allowed to use that word. That tells you a lot about my parents and I think was a huge influence on my life. I was never allowed to use that word so even typing it is difficult for me. I am glad I grew up in a household where hate didn't exist. So, okay, there were two things growing up that I intensely disliked. One of them was borscht and the other was turnips. What made things worse that both of these were considered delicacies by my parents and were served often. Every time, they were served, I would decline, reminding my parents that I didn't like them. My dad would say the same thing every time, "taste with your mouth and not your eyes." I insisted I had tried them many times and legitimately didn't like them. The truth was that he was right. I had...