Growing up I remember going to a family-friends “veal farm”, and when I learned what that actually meant (maybe ~8yo at the time) it was my first step to reconsidering everything I ever heard about the dairy industry, and ultimately, veganism. I just remember meeting all the calves, and how cute they were and that they would suck on your thumb, and then, as a child, to learn that it’s more of an “kidnapped juvenile death camp” than a “farm” is a strong lesson. I try to shame carnists on the topic by saying I have a firm “no eating babies” rule, but they really do be shameless - big Saturn eating his son energy.