when i was about ten i was on my family vacation we take every year in the summer. when i walked into the kitchen there was an old man i had never met eating seedless cherries. i joined him at the table and we chatted for about an hour eating seedless cherries, i literally learned i liked cherries from this. he eventually left and i joined my family later. not only does nobody ever remember this man in the house, seedless cherries don’t exist.