When I was four, I watched a chicken being butchered. I didn’t want to eat anymore.
You can still remember it? I’m not sure if I have any memories from that young.
My dad use to farm with chickens. I also remember how he use to slaughter them. I remember how one got away after they chopped it’s head off. It run around all over the place without a head. I was scared to death of that chicken. I had nightmares for many years of that chicken chasing me. …but it never stopped me from eating.
Yes. I am a Senior and seniors spend a lot of time reflecting.
Well I can see not wanting to eat chicken anymore, but did you also feel sorry for vegetables and cereal?
I had a similar experience to what @anon18305065 said. I was at a farm during summer camp (I had to be 6 or 7), and the farmer brought us to the chicken coop and decapitated a chicken. It ran around with blood squirting out of it with no head. A dramatic experience for a kid. I’ve never visualized my food as once part of a creature. I just eat it and don’t think about it. I don’t think of a pig’s belly when eating bacon, I think, “Wow, this is salty and I freaking love it!”
No, I made a generalization of it - that I didn’t want to eat at all. Because my mind was simple and depressed.
I don’t think I cared enough about myself to work something out with my mother about not eating meats and dairy.
Sometimes when I’m eating animal meat I think about where it came from and it starts to taste terrible. I don’t always think that way but it’s occurred to me a few times.
I think that if a lot of us saw what goes on at a slaughterhouse it might put us off our chow.