As a kid, we ate Mrs. Paul's brand fish sticks. The only fish I'd eat.

Until... one day (maybe 10-y.o.) I was sitting with a plate of them and
playing with my food, began forking the breading off a fish stick, finally
revealing a perfectly shaped rectangular "brick" of pressed grey matter.

Grossed me out. "What kind of fish is that?" I never ate another fish stick.
Didn't have a problem with her fried clams, thankfully!

Did you dread the fish stick?

Andy