I never liked spinach when I was a kid, and didn't want to eat it. One night, mom had made some baked potatoes and spinach, and I started complaining that I didn't like them. They made my teeth feel weird, like plastic, I said, and I hated the taste. My dad just stood up, walked over, and threw me down to the ground. Then he sat on me and shoved the spinach in my mouth and slapped me a bunch of times while my mom just sat there, crying quietly. I threw up because my throat got blocked from the spinach, and so he kicked me three times for that. From then on, I always ate whatever was on my plate.