Obligation and a favourite thing. (WEEK 232)

If I were to regret something, perhaps I would also be regretting the learning I had from it, and I am grateful for that in order to improve in life.

That's why when I read the weekend themes, I quickly came up with something I don't regret rejecting, which is food. And I have rejected it since I was a baby and was forced to eat it.

That food is the sweet potato or sweet potato, depending on the country you are in.

My mother always tells me that, since I was a baby, she wanted me to eat it and she looked for a thousand ways for me to eat it, in pieces, in puree, in any form.

If or if I had to eat it, I don't know why, but it seems that I had to, and I would spit it out or just leave my mouth open and never swallow it. I wouldn't eat it because I didn't like it, I found it disgusting and I don't know why.

Most people like it, but I don't and to this day I don't plan to eat it.

When this food is cooked at home, as you can see in the picture, it is cooked separately from, for example, pumpkin, which I love. They have similar colours, but they don't fool me.

When I saw the theme this food came to my mind in a flash, I have it very much in my mind and I went to the market to take some pictures. I also had one I took of a meal we have had here at home, where there are peppers, pumpkin and .... sweet potato. I eat the first two. And with roast chicken they are excellent, but you can't force me to eat the third food anymore.

When I was a child, the doctor told my mother: If the child doesn't like it, don't force her, you have to respect her tastes. And yes, as a baby I also had tastes and I keep them.

But I didn't want to stop talking about something nice and it's about my favourite toys, unfortunately I don't have pictures of them.

But the toys that I liked the most as a child were dolls, but not the ordinary ones, but the ones that were different... like me... I think.

I had a doll that when you squeezed its little arm it gave kisses, so if it rested on your cheek you could feel the kiss. Her name was Agatha and my grandfather on my mother's side gave her to me.

Another doll that fascinated me, my parents gave it to me when I was very young, and this doll sang. It had a device on its back that allowed you to put mini discs with songs on it and it seemed to sing, it was beautiful. Her name was Rayito de sol.

I also had a doll that cried, it was a baby and I loved playing mother with it.

I have had other toys, of course, but these are the most significant because they were not common and I loved that.

All this was to forget about the smell of sweet potato, we had to talk about something nice and with happy memories.

And no, I don't regret not eating that food, or listening to my doll's songs over and over again or receiving Agatha's kisses. I will always remember them.

Thanks to these topics that @galenkp presents to us every week, this time I was able to relive pleasant memories, because, although I talk about what I was forced to eat, I know that it was with the best of intentions and today I laugh about it.