There use to be a time in my childhood when I would be afraid of cockroaches. Like, really afraid. Even if I saw something resembling it meters away, I would squel my little throat and run to safety. There were times where I would refuse to eat dates just because they reminded me of cockroaches (imagine as a kid having to see a bowl of dates but it looked like a bowl of cockroaches to you)

But lately, it has not been bothering me much. I would be lying if I said I didn't get mildly scared of them still. But I don't jump out of my seat - and I'm not sure if it's a temperament of growing up, or having to build that mental resistance to the reaction I have when I see something that use to scare the shit out of me.

Hey, I'd still rather prefer someone else take it out than me though.

Losing the Cockroaches Allong the way

Another thing I use to hate were papayas. For some reason, they always made me gag. Any salad, or fruit basket - if I saw a papaya I was out. In childhood, anyway.

Just like cockroaches, papayas didn't scare me anymore. I didn't have the immense friction in trying to like them. It's not that I go out of my way to eat them, per say, but the hate is way less.

I'm pretty sure you have something that you hated as a child but doesn't bother you anymore, too.

Maybe we've just outgrown that phase.

From wanting to becoming an astronaut to having no ambition and burdened family stress, we've all lost the cockroaches in our way.