the beginning of an english paper

i helped my mom make homemade pickles out of the cucumbers she grew in her garden. After we made the pickles together and I tried it, it was like I tasted something in my mouth for the first time in my life. 5nd, after 14 m, a morsel of food that I put into my mouth had some kind of meaning to me. It was like something live entered my body and learn the 1st grade lesson that we need food for sustenance. I real that what I was eat...at college wasn't food it was stuff. Just as easily as we can adapt to eating and living better, we often adapt to the opposite.