Mar 31 2009
The Space Between (Period 10)
Kincaid suggests that an idea and its reality often do not coincide, particularly when the gulf that divides them broadens and deepens. Cite an instance in your life when your IDEA of something “jumped and died and disappeared forever” in the face of its REALITY, like Kincaid’s impression of England. Be brief but descriptive.
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When I was younger I heard over and over again about how high school was like boot camp compared to middle school and that basically it would be difficult to even keep my grades afloat. Honestly, looking back now, I would’ve been better off saving myself the time and never listening to those people. Not to say that high school is generally easy, but compared to the schools they were describing my high school is nothing. Of course, there is a lot of work and responsibility but not like what I expected coming into it. I basically thought my life was over and education was to be the main focus of my life for a long time. It is a major component but not everything. I believe I would spared myself a lot of stress had I never gotten “advice” upon entering high school and it’s clearly very different then I once imagined.
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Hetal P. Reply:
March 31st, 2009 at 7:56 pm
I also felt the same way as Dave. It was put in my mind that high school was going to be so hard and such a scarier place than middle school was. The middle school teachers said everything would be different up here and that we would have to work so much harder than we did down there (not that high school is such a breeze, believe me). I guess I just always had this fear of going to school in bigger and unknown place. I remember once walking the halls with my much older cousin when I was only in elementary school and thinking how everything was so big and that I would always get lost in the hallways. But after actually being a high school student, the school does not seem big enough and I most certainly don’t think I would get lost in the hallways anymore. The hype of such a vast, difficult place was lost once I experienced high school for myself.
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melindam Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 1:48 pm
so… this is a reply to Hetal’s reply on Dave’s reply. I expected the SAME exact thing. High school’s not as bad as i thought it was going to be. In fact… I have not once been shoved in a locker.
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CHRISTINE H Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 2:11 pm
I could make that happen, if you like. haha, just kidding.
2 years ago my family planned a trip to the Grand Canyon. I was not exactly thrilled. My thoughts was that it was just a big hole in the ground, nothing impressive about that. I thought that I was just wasting a week of my summer in Arizona. I was (obviously) wrong. The Grand Canyon was massive, truly impressive in scale. The area was absolutely beautiful, especially during the sunset. The scenery was unforgettable, and I had a great time, despite my prior concerns.
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Geoff R. Reply:
March 31st, 2009 at 8:21 pm
I thought exactly the same thing. Going into the trip I had seen plenty of shows on the Travel Channel and what not about the Grand Canyon and other national parks, but they all seem utterly unimpressive when seen on a television screen or in a brochure. Only when you look out over the edge and venture down the paths does it impact you so thoroughly and with such crushing weight. In this instance there is an immeasurably vast divide between the idea and the reality.
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Marco L Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 10:16 am
Clearly, Schubbles, you WERE wrong. Though in comparison to your size it may have seemed like a hole in the ground (please shrink a tad), but I’d be willing to bet that the Grand Canyon is pretty awesome.
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Growing up, my father constantly talked to me about Queens, about life in “The City” (because as far as he’s concerned, there is only one). Almost the entire side of my dad’s family lives either in New York City or on Long Island, and I can tell he yearns to live there to. But it’s not just the city he talks about, it’s the places in the city he grew up around, and the traditions developed through a line of lower-east-side Eastern European Jews. My grandmother and him are completely obsessed with this tiny knishery Yonnah Schimmel’s, and the way they talked about it made it seem like if I ate just one knish there, I would somehow be connected with my entire heritage and finally become a true member of the Karen family. To make a long story short, when I finally got the chance to go there, it was one of the biggest disappointments of my life. One, I don’t even like knishes. Mashed potatoes and dough? Gross. It simply did not live up to the hype; I was not impressed by the tiny, stuffy store or the food it served. Guess I can’t be a true Karen after all.
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For quite some time, my friend Shayna has been craving about The Melting Pot, her favorite restaurant. She always explained that the chocolate fondue is “to die for” and that the mouthwatering cheeses make the meal worth every penny. For so long she has been persuading me to eat at the Melting Pot, so that I could see how good it was for myself. When I went, I envisioned it as this impeccable restaurant with everything tasting of perfection. However, when I got my meal the cheese tasted bitter and the chocolate was too chocolaty. Also, the service was not so great. I certainly did not think that the meal was worth what it cost. It was extremely disappointing to me that my previous ideas did not match reality.
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michelle bowes Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 2:03 pm
Awww man! I’ve always wanted to go theree but now im glad you wrote this. Things arnt always what their made up to be i guess!
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CHRISTINE H Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 2:09 pm
That reminds me of the time when I told you to stop syncing on your Mac. It works wonders for me. I log in faster, sign out faster… I suppose it sounded like a good idea to you, too, and you hit the “stop” button. The MacBook logged you out, and you had to sign in again.
OR! The time when we bought mozzarella sticks for lunch! You were so so happy! And then you dropped one… FYL.
Never listen to your friends.
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I’ve attended the same musical theater summer camp for multiple years. One year, the show, people, directors, and overall experience was fabulous. It was the best show that I had been in to date. Once camp ended, I spent the entire year looking forward to the next summer. I had built up the joy and excitement in my head so much, that the next year couldn’t possibly live up to my expectations. As it turns out, many of the people had left, the beloved directors had been replaced, and the show was sub-par. I was very disappointed when camp turned out to be a flop compared to my expectations.
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Rachel Karen Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 1:43 pm
I agree, Amanda – this sort of thing happens to me all the time. For example, I looked forward to ILMUNC since I got home from the conference last year. Unfortunately, I built it up so much in my mind that the conference could not live up to my expectations.
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stephd Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 1:58 pm
Amanda- I was in the same situation. As you know I go to a summer camp and the center. I was in it since i was 6 and we made our own shows and music. Then I got the opportunity to become an intern there and I thought it would be a wonderful experience. It turned out I had to deal with all the bad kids. It was really annoying! So I was really disapointed. Amanda I totally understand you getting all excited about a show and camp then it turning out badly.
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For weeks preceding our family vacation, I was told wonderful stories about my father’s cousin, a man who I would meet on our trip to the Grand Caymans. I had been told about his role in the British government and about his mysterious life leading people to believe that he might have once been in the FBI. I was so excited for the night we got to go to dinner with him that I could barely contain myself. It was only a few minutes into the dinner that I realized everyone had been a little off. In reality, he was a middle adged man with a gut, who went to live on an island to escape the herd of his ex-wives. He had no interesting stories but instead corny jokes with no real punchline. Instead of the esteemed politician I had imagined, I was faced with the image of the same men that roam American suburbia.
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michelle bowes Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 2:01 pm
aww larebear, its okay. I thought my dads girlfriend was going to be great when i heard about her, but when i met her she was just a gold digger who liked her chardonnay and cared only about the next size ring she could get. yeah….shes gone!
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When I was little, my parents came up with the genius idea to drive down to Florida. Ha. I knew this idea was a bust. I was far less then excited to be spending an entire day in the car with my family. I mean I love my family, but spending fifteen strait hours in a cooped up minivan was not exactly my idea of the start of a “fun” vacation. I could just picture my brother, sister, and I fighting for feet room, while my parents sang show tunes the entire way down. All I could think was, “please, someone save me from this misery!” Anyway, as we began to make our way down to Florida, I found the car ride to be actually amusing and enjoying. It was great spending quality time with the family. And on the bright side, we made many stops along the way at beaches, outlets, and other attraction sites. The bottom line was that I did not expect to have as much fun as I truly did.
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celia R. Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 1:49 pm
Ketu, I definitely understand what you are saying. I had the same feelings about a road trip with my cousins, but i ended up having a great time. Everything was good except that my mom and my aunt had control of the radio. VERY bad idea.
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Regina B Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 1:59 pm
That’s really cool that you have such a positive response. Most of us just assumed that this prompt meant something that was a let-down in our lives.
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Lauren C. Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 5:42 pm
Haha Ketu I wish I was as lucky as you! When we go on road trips I look forward to all the time to just sit there and catch up on reading or sleeping or ipoding and yet my brothers are always smelly, loud, or taking up all the extra room in our car. Unfortunately after this past summer of taking a week long road trip through the south looking at colleges with the family, I will be doing all of my college visits with one of my parents and keep the long distance vacations no farther than the Jersey shore!
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This past fall I went to visit a few colleges in Boston and on the way, we stopped at Tufts University. My mom made it seem like the perfect place for me and I couldn’t wait to see it. We pulled up and it was gorgeous. The campus was amazing and the fall folliage made it ten times better. The whole trip fell apart once we went into the information session, however. I found myself getting more and more annoyed of this women ranting about Tufts. When the session was over and the tour was beginning, I told my mom we should just leave because I would never go to this school. Tuft’s huge reputation was a big let down once I found out what the actual atmosphere of the school was.
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virginial Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 10:00 am
oh maryanne….
soo…you don’t like strawberry pop tarts?
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michelle bowes Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 1:58 pm
I know how you feel emiia, i wanted to go to NYU. But, i don’t have the grades. At least you figured out that the school wasnt right for you, not that you werent right for the school.
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Two years ago, my aunt bought a house in the Poconos. My mom and my other aunts were talking about how great it was because it was so cheap, though they have never seen the house themselves. The house was apprently cozy, cute, and close to town. It was basically an ideal house to live in. Alright, I was down with that. Over the summer, my friends and I went up to the Poconos for a swim at an “imitation” lake. We stopped by my aunt’s house afterwards. I really was excited to see it. Here is what scared the crap out of me:
The house directly faces a church, which is bad Feng Shui (something my dad and I strongly believe in). As soon as I walked up the broken concrete steps and entered the very dark brown front door, I was greeted by a tiny, narrow hallway with dark panels that forced me to an empty room and a staircase. The house was cold, and that was not because of air conditioning. There was no air conditioning. My friends and I believed in ghosts, so we walked closely together. There was a certain step on the stairs that had a nail sticking up. My foot stepped on it and bled. Twice.
The room we slept in had one window covered by newspapers and the only source of light came from a weak lamp. Fiber glass lined the corners. The carpet wasn’t installed properly. My older cousin Anh Tung gave us a “tour” of the room, walking a few feet to and fro. There was a door adjacent to the blocked window. “This door leads to a balcony!” Anh Tung said. The door could only crack open a few inches before revealing a wall. A fly escaped. “GHOSTS LIKE DOORS THAT GO NOWHERE!” my friend screamed.
Everywhere in the house you turned, there was a closet, accompanied by mirrors. Lots and lots of closets and mirrors…
It did not help very much that the weather was dreadful. There was heavy rain, thunder, and lightening.
I was too afraid of that house to be disappointed about my high hopes, I remember. That was quite possibly the scariest house I have ever been to. Only am I promised a red unicorn who’s profession is stand up comedy can bring me back to that– aghh.
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CHRISTINE H Reply:
March 31st, 2009 at 9:37 pm
Aw man, it wasn’t brief!
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Even from a young age I had a severe desire to drive. Occasionally my dad would let me sit on his lap and steer, and I remember how badly I wanted to do that on my own. When my brother and sister got thier lisences I was flooded with jealousy…I could not wait for the day where I could speed off solo to whever I wanted with the windows down, Nirvana blaring, and freedom sitting in the passenger seat. However, when I eventually got my liscense to drive, my idea of a liscense to unfiltered freedom vanished quickly. Driving actually meant aditional frantic calls from the parents in twenty minute intervals. Driving meant extra errands to the grocery store to pick up akward items like toliet paper, or even worse, depends for grandmother. I built up driving in my mind to be this amazing thing that would change my life forever, when in reality, aside from getting the car on weekends, it has not changed my life much at all.
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Ketu P. Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 1:53 pm
I agree with you Gwen, and I feel that when I get my license it will not be as much fun as I picture it to be. Driving itself is very conscience orienting, and I have to be alert and focused at all times [something I never really mastered]. I know that getting my license will mean running errands for my mother, and chauffeuring people [mostly my brother] around. That’s not fun! Most importantly, like you Gwen, my mom and dad will probably call me every ten minutes to make sure I am safe and still alive.
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David D Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 1:54 pm
True that gwen, I agree because getting your license is awesome for the first 24 hours then after that it’s just money down the drain. Soon you find yourself only worrying about paying gas money and insurance and not hitting things…..like deer.
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Danielle S. Reply:
April 2nd, 2009 at 12:13 pm
Gwen, I TOTALLY agree.
For SO long I have been buidling up how great it would be to finally get my license. The day I got it, I thought it was the best thing in the world and I could not WAIT to finally drive without my parents criticizing everything I do. However, when I finally got it, my parents criticize me for not doing enough. I’m the one who has to run errands and pick my sister up from softball practice. When I’m tired, I’m the one who has to drive to guitar. It’s not nearly as fun as what I built it up to be =[.
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KevisS Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 2:07 pm
I hear you Gwen, my mom makes me drop my sister off places and pick her up all the time, pick stuff up from the store for her, and pick up her depends all the time!
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When I was little, my mom would take me on fun day trips during the summer. One day she got me up and told me that we were going somewhere fun, and that I should wear my bathing suit. When she finally told me that we were going to Sesame Place, I was so excited I almost hit my head on the roof of the car. Sesame Street was one of the kids’ shows that my brother and I always watched. All the characters were nice, and there was a song for everything! But today I only remember that trip as awkward. I didn’t get to see Big Bird at all because there were so many people. It was hot and we walked around so much that my feet ached. And the only ride I remember was floating on free tubes down a river-like track, and being scared out of my mind that I would fall off. I’m sure that I actually had more fun there than I would have at home, but that day was a huge disappointment for my little brain.
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Lara C Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 1:59 pm
I can sympathize with Regina’s unmet expectations. A similar thing happened to me when going to Camel Beach on a camp trip. I had been so excited to go on all the water rides and my friends and I had counted down the days until the trip. The morning we woke up for the trip it was a gorgeous day and this only intensified our excitement. Yet, during our hour and a half drive, more and more clouds began to fill the sky and the once sunny and bright day, turned overcast and dreary. Of course, from the moment we stepped off the bus in our bathing suits, it began to downpour. As we sat inside waiting out the storm, we saw no hopes of it ending. Our exciting day at the amusement park turned into a flop and reality shot down my expectations.
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Emilie B Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 1:59 pm
I have a similar Sesame Place experience! Haha, when I was 4 or 5 my parents took me to Sesame Place and I remember I hated it. I was tired, cranky, and it was so crowded everybody was piled on top of each other. Not to mention I got sick the following week probably from one of the millions of disgusting sick kids at Sesame Place.
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CHRISTINE H Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 2:02 pm
My experience at Sesame Place wasn’t so great either. I don’t remember seeing my favorite characters, and my friend and I got stuck in a tube when we went in together.
But… now I kind of feel down because I’m too old to go…
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The clash between my own ethnicity and nationality allowed me to relate to Kincaid’s story, but since we can only be brief, I would probably be safer describing the “reality”. My grandparents encouraged me to go to the Philippines one year, and said that the country was so beautiful, and anywhere I would turn would be a beach. I was also waiting for that feeling of connection with my culture, and was ready to close that gap of ignorance. My grandparents also said that I should go to the countryside rather than the bigger cities so that I would “get a taste of truth”. Boy, did I ever. When I arrived, it was as if every detailed aspect of hell thrived on Earth. Little children sold rags on the street with their feet sticking out of their undersized shoes. Adults squatted on the street, half-clothed and asked for money from anyone who looked like they had any. When I refused, they spit and called me a “dirty American”. Ironic. My most recent visit to the Philippines was officially crowned one the worst experiences of my life. I should have stayed in the capital rather than the countryside.
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Four Summers ago my dads side of the family had a family reunion, and I was incredibly excited to see all my cousins, including the ones i had never met. I knew my cousins names, and i had a very distinct picture in my mind of what they must be like from all of the stories my grandfather had told me. I imagined them to be quiet and serious, from all that i had heard about their sucesses in school and sports, not too crazy. I imagined them to be short and with brown hair and not very smiliy, kind of like my grandfather was. But i was incredibly surprised when the reunion came and i met them. They were tall, blonde, loud obnoxious and funny. needless to say my image of them was shattered.
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Gwena Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 2:01 pm
Many times you form images of people, wether it be from a story your grandfather told you, a book you read. For me whenever I read books that are made into movies, I hate watching the movie because my vision of the character is destroyed by the actual portrayal of the character. However Celia, I am glad that your cousin’s turned out to be funnier and more appealing than you expected.
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In 4th grade, my teacher told me that once I got to middle school I would never see my friends again. There would be so many kids and I’d make new friends. So come June we said our good byes, had mini graduation parties, and went our separate ways. I had stressed about all the new people and all the new classes. They had made me so scared for what was to come and I missed my old friends.
Flash forward to the first day of 5th grade: I walk into my class and there are my friends. Sitting in the second row. Ooookay. So we followed each other class to class and talked about our summers. Turns out the reality of middle school is not the scary, lonely place the elementary teachers want you to believe.
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Amanda V Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 1:51 pm
I totally agree with Emilie. The same thing happened to me in 8th grade. I was kind of scared of coming to the high school and being a tiny little freshman with huge seniors everywhere. Then I realized that all my friends would be going through the exact same thing, and I realized my fear was pointless.
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Joyce R. Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 1:52 pm
It’s so strange what teachers tell us to expect and then when we actually get there, it turns out … not so bad. Is this their strategy of reverse psychology or something? Maybe it’s “or something”… but I guess they want to keep us open to the fact that it may actually suck for some of us. Ha.
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A few summers ago my mom and her friend took me, my brothers, and a friend to Sea Isle for the weekend. After a long day at the beach, my friend and I took a walk down the beach into town. We came across what looked like an amazing seafood restaurant. Despite the steep prices we agreed we’d return later that night for dinner.
Unfortunately the meal really didn’t live up to our expectations. The bill reached the 100 dollar level. My pasta tasted like wine. And the seafood wasn’t that fresh. We enjoyed feeling like adults in a fancy restaurant, but I would’ve rather gone to one of the dive seafood restaurants. High prices and glitz don’t always mean better food.
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Being an avid shopper, I loveddddddd Michaels’s Arts and Crafts store. When Petruccis closed for the season I applied for Michael’s expecting nice old ladies buying yarn. However, after I started, my schedule was constantly messed up, I’d be left at the front of the store by myself with angry customers, and had to work 3 to ten more than enough times a week. Needless to say I was disappointed.. and quit.
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CHRISTINE H Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 1:57 pm
Aww mann. I love Michael’s!
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Danielle S. Reply:
April 2nd, 2009 at 12:15 pm
I was going to apply there too because that’s exactly what I envisioned! I’m glad I now know not to!
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My sister used to make it high school sounds so horrible, she would say the seniors were so mean and scary. She also said that it was so hard and to much for her. I worked myself up so much that I never wanted to go to high school. I thought I wasn’t going to pass and I was going to get beat up by the upper classmen. On the first day of school I was freaking out, it turned out to be not that bad. As I look back on my adventures in high school and it wasn’t that scary or hard. I never got beat up and I never failed any class. Now my sister is making college sound so horrible…I’m not sure how much I should believe her.
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Thinking of something to write about was tricky since i didn’t ever really have a great idea that was crushed by reality. I guess the only thing i can think of would be the time i tried throwing a party while my parents were out of town. (I do not mean for this to be inappropiate at all, but it really was the only thing that i could think of). My dad was away and my mom was at her house in wayne, so i never thought she would be in the area. I told all of my girlfriends to keep it on the down low, but reality kicked in and in high school, when teenagers hear party, out of town, they are there within five seconds. I was so excited until i started seeing cars pull out front and more people showed up. My dad’s friend drove by, saw all the cars and called my dad to see what was going on. Little did my dad know he was hosting a party. Within 1 second i got a raging phone call and within thirty seconds i thought of a good lie. I guess great ideas do fall through when reality is that kids these days cant keep their mouths shut!
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KevisS Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 2:08 pm
Bwahahahahahaha!!! I remember that!!! Epic FAIL!
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When I was at Hershey Park a couple of years ago, my friends and I wanted to go on a roller coaster called Storm Runner. My one friend said it was going to be fun, so I was up for it. The only thing I hate about going on roller coasters, though, is the extremely long wait in a hot, crowded area. So, we waited forever in line and I was really anxious and excited to actually be able to go on the ride, only to be extremely disappointed at the end. I waited in line forever just for a very short roller coaster ride that wasn’t even that exciting. I guess I just need more twists, turns, and steepness.
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Christine L. Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 5:07 pm
Haha, Storm Runner was enough twists and turns for me! But I felt the same about another ride (I can’t remember which) at Hershey Park… I guess part of the experience of roller coasters is the excitement and butterflies you feel leading up to it… in those loonnnggg lines.
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Danielle S. Reply:
April 2nd, 2009 at 12:20 pm
I know EXACTLY what you mean! I waited in line for a good hour for Storm Runner which really only lasted a few seconds. The best part was the beginning when you zoomed off, but that lasted probably less than a second. I felt the same about Farenheit, which I waited for maybe 2 hours in line to go on and was literally shaking the entire wait because it was basically a 90 degree drop. But when I actually went on the ride, the drop was nothing. It was disappointing, but I agree with Christine, in that the whole fun of amusement parks is the excitement you feel while waiting in line.
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Throughout my entire life I have loved working on things with engines in them. For the longest time I planned on going to school for a degree in automotive technology. However, after looking at the statistics and having several long discussions with my Dad, I discovered that turning a hobby that I love so much into a job might not be the smartest thing to do because then it would become work. I also discovered that unless you make a ton of good connections, and direct your business toward the performance side of things, there’s not much money in the industry. For the most part, you’re just replacing broken stock parts, with new stock parts, which is something I have no interest in doing being that I like to modify things. As a result of this, I decided that it would be a much smarter decision to get an associates degree in HVAC then get a plumbing certificate as well.
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michelle bowes Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 2:04 pm
aww poor kevvy wevvy. its okay, im sure you will get a career at jeep shows or something. or become the worlds best off-roader, if there is such a thing.
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My brother always wanted to be a veterinarian but now he has a job in the 420 steamfitters union… he still loves animals, but he is also getting paid a annual salary at 19 years old. Good move Kevin…:)
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Yesterday I had an erg test during crew practice. All day I was thinking about it, how hard it would be to keep the right pace, how difficult it would be to hold the right split. My fellow rowers were also nervous, and our collective anxiety built upon each other. When the time to take the erg test actually came around, it was calm. It was just rowing. That was it, nothing more. It was me, on the erg, rowing the required distance. That was that and that was that. Yeah.
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Like many people, I imagined and assumed things about high school as a middle school student and even about middle school as a tiny elementary school student. I started playing clarinet in fourth grade, and even though I really enjoyed it, I decided to focus on violin instead when I graduated from elementary school. Seeing my brother, who was then in middle school, doing homework for hours EVERYDAY daunted me, and I thought that middle school was going to make me so busy that I could not POSSIBLY have enough time for playing two instruments. I painfully and tearfully gave up clarinet in favor of the violin. Now that I think back, I could have easily played two instruments at least during middle school and regret my premature decision to quit on something that I had just started. I missed out on many enriching experiences that my friend, who is still able to juggle playing both violin and clarinet along with various other instruments, was able to have. (What a sob story.)
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Lisa V. Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 8:36 pm
From my favorite dude to Kwisteen: A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do.
ALSO: I thought you were going to write about JFK. >:[
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I didn’t like the idea of eating raw meats as a kid because, quite frankly, I found it disgusting. After trying it in various forms, however, I’ve had a (slight) change of mind. Sushi is the most obvious and popular form of raw meats, and certainly one that as a child I found ‘gross’. I always thought that it would smell and taste really bad and be really chewy and slimy. After finally being persuaded to try it though, I enjoyed sushi, and discovered that I’m an idiot. Its good.
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Christine L. Reply:
April 1st, 2009 at 5:12 pm
Yay for common childhood experience with the various (and many) kinds of gross, obscure, “was alive two minutes ago” delicacies that Asian parents push up into the faces of their children.
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