For the longest time ( I grew up in east Texas ) when I was little up to I was 15 my grandma always wanted to show me how to kill them for meat but I could not so every time she tried to show me when we had meat birds ready to be slaughtered she would always end up haveing to do it with me crying in my tree house yes I admit it I cried over a chicken when I was 14 ok I was a softie. (I usually was with my grandparents when I was little because my parents were in the military) even though I could go hunting and not have a problem. But yeah anyways it's really really hard to kill em I still kinda tear up when I do kill em
this is kina funny how differently folks are raised when I was 10 yo ( 1968) I was told if I did not kill the chicken for the week we could not eat the next day I been eating ever since