I ate a bite of banana today.

That sounds rather unimportant without this background information: I haven't had banana in years and years.

This is because I thought I detested bananas (I still detest banana flavoring) but I took that bite of banana and found that it wasn't disgusting. This morning for what ever reason I thought, "I should try banana." I had pushed the idea out of my mind until a few minutes ago (6:32 is the current time).

I was exercising, which is irrelevant information but I suppose I'll just tell this tale in a very descriptive way, here  it goes:

I inhale the cool evening air as I return to mother earth from my 12th crunch. The familiar sound of our backdoor's screen opening permeates my eardrums. As I continue my crunches I observe my little sister enter the backyard with a banana, the fruit I thought I detested. Actually bananas are berries, and strawberries are not, that's beside the point. I recall my thought from the morning and ponder whether I should make amends with the taste of bananas I had, for so long, marked has villainous. "Save a bite for me!" I shout across the yard to the youngest daughter of my mother.

The time to taste banana was approaching fast for I was almost finished with my crunches, which I was happy about but the feeling of lingering banana doom tickled my mind. Would I throw up? Perhaps that fib I had told my friends about me being allergic to bananas really was true! "Nay!" My heart told my head. "I shall taste banana!"

It reached my taste buds. It was actually okay. Tomorrow I'm going to have a Peanut Butter Banana Bagel for breakfast.

So don't let yourself convince yourself you really really hate things when you don't really hate them.

Update: I ate peanut butter and bananas on toast but it was too much banana and caused me to gag several times. I successfully finished the whole thing but decided to just remain i'm-not-going-to-ever-eat-you-friends with bananas