In the evolution of every weirdo, there comes a time when he notices how different he is from the others surrounding him.
At kindergarten, every morning before breakfast the teachers would serve everyone cold cocoa. Now, I couldn't stand those disgusting beverages, and instead had my mom special order me a cup of tea.
The image of the teacher wheeling in the drinks cart every morning is burnt in my mind -- In the midst of the beige sea of dairy products, a single cup of tea would stick out, like a Grizzly bear in a termites nest.
That was the first time I knew I was different.
To this day I can't drink cold cocoa, and when offered one, I would decline and say: No, thank you, I think I'll have an Ice tea instead.