Yes, but I don't want to go into details this early in the morning other than to link to the classic Carl Rose / E.B. White New Yorker cartoon which I think captures brilliantly the tendency of well-meaning parents to foist adult culinary experiences on children who aren't old enough to appreciate them.
When I was 5 or 6 years old (near the beginning of time itself), my parents took me and my brother out to get a snack. I heard my parents ordering chocolate eclairs and I freaked out. Something in my head told me that anything called an "eclair" must be really horrid. I started a rant about how I hated chocolate eclairs before I actually had a clue as to what they were. When I saw my parents and my brother scarfing down these wondeful treats I was to embarrassed to admit my error, so I had to continue my false dislike of eclairs. It was several years before I swallowed my pride (and a few eclairs). I hate that I missed out on them for all that time.
@rcurl: ...before I actually had a clue as to what they were...
Your tale of woe brought tears to my eyes ... I cannot imagine the pain you felt watching your parents and brother scarfing down those yummy-scrummy, cream-filled delights. I will make sure to have some on hand the next time you come to visit my office.
That chocolate eclair story is wonderful illustration of the value of the experimental method (taste before deciding). By the way, as fried foods go, fried green tomatoes are pretty good. [On the other hand, I spent an entire afternoon in grade school detention for refusing to eat my tapioca.] A year later I witnessed the first effective student protest (around 1962) when some kids who disliked the vanilla pudding climbed up onto the balcony above the food serving area and sprinked staples into the serving containers. Since the school couldn't be sure there were no residual staples in the pudding, it was pitched out and the students were spared. From then on, the vanilla pudding was known as staple pudding.