I didn't always love spicy food. I grew up liking my stuff as bland as possible. I'd eat hot dogs without condiments and absolutely hated whenever there were toppings on my pizza, unless they were mushrooms.
My father, on the other hand, was a hot pepper lover, and one day he brought home some green little devils that even made him sweat. I joked with my mother about eating them and she warned me not to, crafting up some tale about a kid who went into a coma for three days after eating a pepper.