Do people actually remember that stuff?
I can uncomfortably and self-consciously say that I don’t remember much from my childhood. However, I do remember slowly drawing some parallels between my daily meals and the furry, fluffy Webkinz that I had scattered all around my bed. Was I really eating that? As a self-proclaimed animal lover at the age of 8, I was absolutely appalled and disgusted with myself. From that moment forward I put my foot down. No more “dino-nuggets”, no more hot dogs, and above all no more meat for me.
But it wasn’t that easy. I said my goodbyes to my favorite meals without a blink of an eye, but the real hurdle was just beginning. A war was waging between my mom and me as I protested each meal. Doors were slammed, feet were stomped, and time-outs were given. Eventually, the dust was settled, and I haven’t eaten meat since.