I love watermelons. Their sweet taste. Their bright colors. Their refreshing smell.
Another reason for me to like them is the memory they bring back reminding me of how I ‘discovered’ a watermelon. When I was about two-three years old, I was given the chance to hold a watermelon on my own for the first time in my life. I was bursting with pride to be able to perform this particularly important task, but at the same time I was also eager to find out more about this green, round object I was holding so tightly. It occurred to me that the best way to do that would be to play with it and since it was round, I thought it could be similar to other round objects… like balls. So I dropped it on the floor of our living room happily waiting for it to bounce back. Seconds later, I was looking at the two inert watermelon halves with dismay and great disappointment. It was certainly not what I expected, but I discovered it on my own.
Now I strive for keeping this curiosity and pure ‘discovery’ attitude alive. And sometimes eating watermelon helps.