Growing up with eight apple trees in the back yard, and three trees at my Great Aunt & Uncles, I could go the rest of my life not eating one.
Seemed like every freaking day, instead of doing "kid stuff" I had to help my mom and Aunt Martha with the apples as they made ziplock bag after ziplock bag of apple pie filling, and apple sauce for the freezer as well as mason jars of apple butter.
Come to think of it, I have never had apple sauce that good since then!
In some batches they would even add "red hots" for a warm Cinnamon twist.
I used to give pick up truck loads of apples away.