Update

When I was 7 once of my grandparents, I think it was the one I call Papa, which is my fathers father, told me that even though I didn't like tomatoes then I would grow out of it.

I made a point of testing that ever day for teh rest of that week, I was 7, give me a break. At the end of that week I concluded that papa was mad, and that tomatoes were probably poisonous.

Later in life I decided that he may have had a point, but that it would take much longer, so I would make a point of checking on a yearly basis.

Year 19: Still bad.

I'll get back to you next year.