"I like banana chips," replied Brock.
"You do? They're so crunchy."
"My Grandma used to buy bags of them and we'd always eat them at her house" he said.
Huh, maybe I should give banana chips another chance, I thought.
A few days later as we drove down to Lake Powell I found myself picking out the banana chips and enjoying the salt from the nuts against the subtlety sweet chips. I thought about how one person saying they like something can help me be more open minded.
And I remembered another time when someone helped me change my mind. I was eight years old, at a ward party, which was being hosted at a member's house. Some of the primary children were hanging out together in a bedroom, and Billy Joel's song "For the longest time" started playing.
"I don't like this song," I said, to my ears it wasn't cool like Michael Jackson.
Then my friend's cute older brother protested, saying how great it was. Ever since then, I have been fond this song because he helped me hear it with different ears.