I still recall the meals just after I learned where meat came from. I was only 3 or 4 years old; I shoved the food around my plate and refused to eat. My mom had a rule about staying at the table until we cleaned our plates but I cried until I was finally excused. It wasn't really because I loved animals, mostly I just thought eating an animal carcass was disgusting. Eventually, my poor mother went to the library and researched what to feed vegetarians. You would think this was a passing stage but 25 years later I still refuse to eat meat.