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A childhood belief about nasty food

Once when I was seven years old, I was sitting at the kitchen table, pigging out on kiwi fruit. Mom, who apparently wanted one or two for herself, said, "Sean, you know what those are made from, right?"

With my face stuffed with kiwi fruit, I said, "No, what?"

"They're the eggs of kiwi birds that never quite hatched."

My face must have turned as green as kiwi fruit flesh -- I let her have the rest. I found out some time later she was pulling my leg, but even now, 18 years later, I still haven't eaten kiwi fruit. Trauma, I tell you.

— Sean

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