I never flew a kite, though I did watch other people fly kites.
I never ate fois gras, though not from any personal objection.
I never listened to a Kelly Clarkson song all the way through. That was due to a personal objection.
I never spoke a second language fluently, though I can get my point across in Spanish.
I never flew on an airplane. Anything east of Las Vegas scares me.
I never left the country, as such. Although I do have a mildly funny story about the time I was kept from going to Mexico.
I never understood the appeal of NASCAR, or racing in general.
I never drank Jägermeister. It just sounds gross.
I never had a big sense of self-preservation. I worry about everyone else, though.
I never ate at Red Lobster.
I never surfed, or did anything that involved the ocean and a solo floatation device.
I never did a “happy dance,” although I can see the appeal.
I never drank a glass of ginger ale and thought, "That was a good choice!"
I never thought hockey in the American south was a good idea. I doubt I ever will.
I never owned my own car, or house.
I never planted a garden.
I never made Chicken Fried Steak from scratch.
I never truly appreciated the genius of Marvin Gaye.
I never got what I needed. Just what I want.
I never really liked dogs much. Cats rule.
I never did see Dog Day Afternoon. Isn’t that ironic?