Peanut Butter and Other Bad Things

I liked it better when we didn't know stuff.
As a kid, I didn't know I should not sleep in the back window of my parents' 50-something Ford on long trips. I thought it was a cool place, just right for a kid to curl up in.
As a young mother, I didn't know that letting my children sleep with us from time to time was bad. I thought they were learning that sometimes, when you're unhappy or scared or unsettled, Mom and Dad sleeping on either side of you is reassuring.
And for the first half of my life, I didn't know peanut butter, my favorite food as a kid, was laden with fat and sugar. I thought it was the best thing ever, especially when we were at some relatives' house and they offered food I had never heard of before. "Can I have a peanut butter sandwich, please?" They always shook their heads at my finicky eating habits. But every one of them had a jar of peanut butter.
So many things can be enjoyed if one just doesn't know the pitfalls. And after all, a person has to die of something. Dying of peanut butter does not sound that bad to me.