Way back yonder, when I was a young'un, I detested rutabagas, turnips, liver, watermelon and likely, a host of other things that my poor ol' brain can't recall.
Luckily, I grew out of it....I still ain't a big fan of watermelon, but I reckon that is what happens when you pick them things for the truck farmer down the road for 7 summers.
I hated fish. I would run from the room if I saw it on the table. So much so, that I still remember one time, when I was quite young, I was eating some battered fish and the piece of fish came out of the batter and there was a bit of gray with shiny skin. I was mortified. Screamed and ran from the room. Next time we ate fish, my parents told me we were having "Water Chicken" for supper. I have never had a problem since.