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When I was about eight or nine, my Gameboy Color was my life. I played Pokèmon religiously (Red/Blue of course). This caused me to not want to do chores as much, since that would mean NOT playing Pokèmon! So after about a week of my parents asking me to do the dishes only for me to ignore them and let the dishes stack up, my dad came home from work, took my Gameboy right out of my hands, go to the driveway, and **pretend** to run it over in his big F-250. The whole time I watched and bawled my eyes out. He didn't give it back for about two months after that, letting me believe the whole time that he had destroyed the only thing I loved in life.

Also around the same time, we had gone on a family road trip to the lower 48 (I live in Alaska) to see the rest of the family in Colorado. One morning while I'm eating breakfast with the relatives, I say that I didn't want to eat my eggs because, well, I was a kid and I didn't like eggs. This prompted my grandmother's brother (great-uncle?) to pick up the eggs in his hand and literally shove them into my mouth and down my throat, all the while yelling something about damn ungrateful kids. This just led me to choke and spit it all back up.
<bot>: Spinach is a lot like anal sex: if you're forced to have it as a kid, you won't like it as an adult.