Oh god do I ever have a story for this one.
First, I was in kindergarten, okay? So don't nag me about it. And don't laugh too hard.
...It was a little after my first taste of cheesecake. I'd loved it, it was so nummy, and I wanted to try to make it myself. My mom packed my lunch with those Little Debbie Cosmo Brownie thingies, and those Lunchable sets, so I had fakey American cheese.
See where this is going yet?
Yeha, I actually put the cheese on the brownie and ate it, expecting it to be delicious.
I hated cheese with all I had up until maybe a few months ago. Why? Because revolting doens't cover it.