I remember that I somehow got it into my head that twelve years old was the correct age to start drinking coffee (because twelve-year-olds went to high school, and were therefore mature and grown up people), and became determined that I would try coffee immediately after my twelfth birthday, and would obviously enjoy it. I roped my mother into this ridiculous scheme, convinced her to buy me a capuccino in a cafe, and then spent over an hour trying to overcome my disgust as I forced myself to drink it. Oddly enough, being twelve years old did not magically change my tastebuds into appreciating the bitterness.
I then didn't drink coffee again until I was twenty or twenty-one years old. (I now love coffee.)
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I remember that I somehow got it into my head that twelve years old was the correct age to start drinking coffee (because twelve-year-olds went to high school, and were therefore mature and grown up people), and became determined that I would try coffee immediately after my twelfth birthday, and would obviously enjoy it. I roped my mother into this ridiculous scheme, convinced her to buy me a capuccino in a cafe, and then spent over an hour trying to overcome my disgust as I forced myself to drink it. Oddly enough, being twelve years old did not magically change my tastebuds into appreciating the bitterness.
I then didn't drink coffee again until I was twenty or twenty-one years old. (I now love coffee.)