From the beginning...

This is as much of the beginning as I can remember... Here is the moment I realized that I was different. 
I had two close friends in my neighborhood. Often our parents called us the Three Stooges, because we were practically inseparable. So here's the A-ha! moment. Third Grade. It was one of the many days we would walk to the park, probably to feed the ducks. Then here comes a high school boy walking towards us. At least I assume he was in high school, because back then I also thought that being 20 meant you were older than dirt. Just as well. In passing he speaks, "look at that; chocolate, vanilla and butterscotch." 


And there it is. This probably explains my disdain for butterscotch.