Sorry I can’t be quite as animated as your new friend. . . . .
A person is born blind and throughout their childhood learns to love the experience of trees — the smell, the taste, the feel, the sounds associated with a tree.
Miracle surgery comes along and restores the person’s site at age 20; you’re there, you see the bandages removed, you walk them to the window, and point out a tree, and say, “there, there it is, the thing you love, a tree.”
And they say?