Take a BITE and swallow

It stunk being a kid sometimes. They always wanted me to try something new. I can't recall how many times my expression, when they placed a plate of something I never thought could be edible, was "EWWWWW!". Why did they want me to try this? "It's good for you, dear"(in a high pitched motherly voice) is the explanation I always got. But I guess if they had told me that it would give me magical super powers I would still be resisting. Sometimes I would sit for a very long time, what seemed like hours and stared wondering and hoping for a way out. But then bravely I would take my fork/spoon and carefully and slowly scoop up the tiniest bit. I knew that eyes were on me as I brought it closer to my mouth. "Yuck!" why can't we just live off mash potatoes?