My earliest memory was when I was probably around 3 years old. I remember being in my pre-school at the time ( I think it was like the 3's or something because I moved to my town around that age so I couldn't have been any younger than that.) I remember we were eating lunch and the girl next to me was eating her lunch and she had a tomato with her lunch and it was either a full tomato or a half a tomato but when she was eating it she was getting the juice and seeds all over her mouth and hands and everything. I remember I thought it was really disgusting and I think there was another boy eating in a similar way to the girl. I did not like the smell then and this makes a lot of sense because now I do not like tomatoes and I have never liked them and I think this is the reason. Since I still do not like tomatoes, I still feel connected with myself at this point in my life and feel like I have not changed that much in that sense
This reminded me of a similar memory that also tainted tomatoes in my eyes forever. Mine was different in that we had a babysitter who decided a good lunch for a 5 year-old would be a plate of tomatoes and lettuce. It was not until this past year that I got past my dislike of lettuce enough to start enduring salads...
