You would think with my love of pies, I would have grown up on them, but that wasn't the case. My mother made cakes, cookies and cream puffs on a regular basis, but I don't ever remember her making a pie.
Same here, I don't remember a single pie unless it was from a box on a holiday, and I'm definitely a pie guy. Seems like we had a never-ending supply of apple crisp, cookies, and jam squares though.
Maybe it was our lack of pies growing up that fostered a particular affinity for them as adults?